The Earth heated up Water welled up out of the sewers And swept over the curbs The anorexic woman slipped on a patch of black ice On the sidewalk In front of a brick building She pitched face forward And broke off her front teeth
She sat on the pavement Blood dripping down her chin Other Londoners ignored her
God, she said aloud How I wish I were twenty again With dark wavy hair --I looked like a female Cat Stevens-- I had flesh on my bones And men picked me up for casual sex I remember once, a man told me that fat feels good in bed That was when I had some fat to feel Maybe he didn’t know That bones also feel good in bed That, in fact, anything human feels good to another human Or even the fur of a dog or a cat
This is not the way to start a new year
When in America Trump is president And, elsewhere, Buddhists kills Muslims wholesale
Here I am, safe in London Except for the fact that I am killing myself With lack of, A near absence of, nutrition I view myself naked in the full-length mirror In my apartment Part of me is horrified And part of me is sneakily exultant-- That’s the way it’s always been
Mitchell Krockmalnik Graboishas 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 for Fiction. His novel,Two-Headed Dog, based on his work as a clinical psychologist in a state hospital, is available for KindleandNook, or as aprint edition.