3 poems by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

 

Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois has had over thirteen-hundred of his poems and fictions appear in literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad. He has been nominated for numerous prizes, and was awarded the 2017 Booranga Writers Centre Prize (Australia) for Fiction. 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.

 

Date

Cu Cu says she’s from Saigon
The man says there’s no longer any such thing
There’s only Ho Chi Minh City

There’s a sand storm near the airport
As they go through it
Cu Cu rolls down her window
The man is driving a new Camaro

There’s a thousand instrumental acts
that must be performed
for anything to be accomplished
There’s a nearly infinite number of objects
to manipulate
The same is true of the operation
of the human body
The man says he is a practitioner of Zen

Cu Cu says she enjoys the grace
of holding fast to grudges
and never moving on

 

 

Voodoo

Haitian boys in colorful American t-shirts
beat an old rug
hanging on a line

It releases toxic dust
that floats across the Atlantic
and kills everyone in France
starting with the descendents of
slave owners

 

 

Sprinklers

I’m staying with my girlfriend
The noisy sprinkler system for the golf course next door
goes off at 5:30 every morning
and she awakens
furious
as if each morning is the first morning
of this outrage

She rips the covers from the bed
She’s a horsewoman
and very strong
Her legs are a vise
Her arms and back are thin
but capable of great harm
especially when powered by her
explosive anger

We dress and go out into the cold
out to her horse pasture
I grew up in Detroit
and only saw horses on The Lone Ranger

Horses are prey animals, she had told me
That’s why the golf course sprinkler system bothers her so
She is also prey
She is the part of the world that gets exploited
not the part that exploits

I don’t trust her horses
They may be prey, not predators
but they look at me as if they wish to do me harm