He is engorged with rage. He’d watered his anger, grown it like Alaskan produce, eighty pound purple cabbages dense and hard in the Arctic sun.
He’s growing infinite food.
His eyes are slits, like the windows in his Fairbanks hotel. Late at night, his eyes in the window are like the anonymous eyes in a burglar’s mask. He peers out at the Aurora Borealis.
He’s drinking eternal water.
He perches on the seat of his toilet, its water heated to a comfortable temperature. He feels its radiant warmth, like the residue of a prostitute on his loins. He sits there and licks an ice cream cone he bought in the lobby of his hotel.
Five-hundred-foot turbines cool him when he’s hot.
It’s a flavor he’d never heard of, and now he can’t remember its name. He’s proud of the fact that Alaskans eat more ice cream per capita than any other state in the Union.
An early freeze squelched the peaches. Now they’re worth their weight in gold.
His rage is a companion. Bored, he puts a quarter in the old bed’s clunky massage machine. He lays back and clasps his hands behind his head.
Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois lives in Denver and has had over eight hundred of his poems and fictions appear in literary magazines in the U.S. and abroad, including CAVALCADEOFSTARS. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize for work published in 2012, 2013, and 2014. 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.