Sticky Stung Wandawoowoo

I drop Concord grapes
in my pail. Hornets hang
between leaves—
getting sweetness is risky.

A sting: lightning slicing
into my arm. Friends say
be careful. From a distance.
They miss
the juiciest ones
that squirt down my shirt,
make me a mess, the best

that this world can give
coloring my skin, stickying
my lips.

Kenneth Pobo has a new book forthcoming from Circling Rivers called Loplop in a Red City. In addition to West Texas Literary Review, his work has appeared in Two Thirds North, Nimrod, Mudfish, Indiana Review, and elsewhere.