Flight, by Mitchell Grabois


Once you have tast­ed flight, said Leonar­do

you will for­ev­er walk with your eyes

turned sky­ward


and when you are four­teen and ini­ti­at­ed into sex

by a thir­ty-two year old woman

who lives in your par­ents’ hip­pie com­mune

you will for­ev­er look to the aged for



You will sur­vey the wrin­kles and age spots of women

with a par­tic­u­lar greed

You will know that their old men are dying off

like flies

They can see the lust in your eyes


They long to be touched

to be tak­en

They want to tell you about their mal­adies

their bod­ies, their trau­mas, their chil­dren

but you will have none of it


Be Here Now, you tell them

with a cer­tain cyn­i­cism

a dose of sar­casm


You will try to assess

from a dis­tance

how much tight­ness

remains in their vagi­nas

before you’ve even said hel­lo


graboisM. Krochmal­nik Grabois’ poems have appeared in hun­dreds of lit­er­ary mag­a­zines in the U.S. and abroad. He is a reg­u­lar con­trib­u­tor to The Prague Revue, and has been nom­i­nat­ed for the Push­cart Prize, most recent­ly for his sto­ry “Pur­ple Heart” pub­lished in The Exam­ined Life in 2012, and for his poem. “Birds,” pub­lished in The Blue Hour, 2013. His nov­el, Two-Head­ed Dog, based on his work as a clin­i­cal psy­chol­o­gist in a state hos­pi­tal, is avail­able for 99 cents from Kin­dle and Nook, or as a print edi­tion.

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