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


love


 


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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