Dozier
The death of my grandmother
made me want to get to the heart of things
I was only nine years old
but had an advanced sense
of the Holy and Hidden
I’d already been through spiritual crises
At seven I decided I wanted to become a rabbi
At eight my parents denied me
threatened to send me to Dozier School for Boys
a harsh reform school in the Florida Panhandle
where they hate niggers and Jews
They’d set me straight there at Dozier
said my father with a maniacal grin
They’d make me one of the “White House Boys”
put me in the cinder block bunker
painted white on the outside
unpainted on the inside
where they’d beat me as if I was a runaway
slave
even if I was a Yid and and not a Nig
So get over your foolishness, boy
said my father in a thick and absurd
southern accent
something he’d learned from some TV show
You ain’t gonna be no rabbi
At age eight
already a religious martyr
I wrote a two-page treatise promoting atheism
which I ran off on the carbon copy machine
and handed out to all my classmates
By the end of the week
they were all atheists
and refused to go to church
or Sunday School
or the Wednesday night supper
with its collection of jello dishes
full of suspended horrors
The superintendent kicked me out of school
and threatened to send me to Dozier School for Boys
I said: I been there
I’m hardened
Do your worst, motherfucker
Trolls
The Icelandic poet
came to America
to do a series of readings
While he was here he abducted
three small boys
He checked in early for his fight
He conversed amusingly with the TSA agents
He’d stowed the boys
in dog cages
No one looked very closely
so they flew through the air like that
crossed the ocean
In his homeland
in his little home isolated in the dark green forest
the poet turned the boys into trolls
not the kind of trolls you think
not sex slaves either
He kept them so entranced
they didn’t even think of their parents
their brothers and sisters
let alone miss them
Bio: Mitchell Krochmalnik Grabois was born in the Bronx and now splits his time between Denver and a one-hundred-and-twenty-year-
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