Two Poems by Mitchell Grabois

Broom

The boys in baseball caps
wolf down ice cream
grab their temples and
moan about headaches

They toss remnants of cones
onto the dull green linoleum
and run out the door

the bell ringing in their wake
leaving me and Eppa with
a whole lot of quarters

I go get the broom

Age

I feel the heaviness of my body
It has too much age
has suffered too much exertion
Its labor has been exploited
and used for others’ pleasure
Soon I won’t be able to move it

Vivian refuses to send me a photo of herself
I haven’t seen her in forty years
as long as Moses wandered in the desert

Perhaps she is doing me a favor
We want things that are
not good for us
She claims she is marred by warts
and carbuncles
but perhaps it is even worse than that

Perhaps her la raza cosmica
has lost its cosmica
and all a photo would show
would be a graceless chunk of mud

Vivian is right
It is better that she remain invisible,
that I not be subjected to reality
but instead imagine something finer

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Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois has had over twelve-hundred of his poems and fictions appear in literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad. He has been nominated for numerous prizes.  His novel, Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a clinical psychologist in a state hospital, is available for Kindle and Nook, or as a print edition. To see more of his work, google Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois. He lives in Denver.

Please note: Poetry is compressed to fit smart phone screens. If you are reading this poem on a phone screen, please turn your screen sideways to make sure that you are seeing correct line breaks for this poem.

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