Tuesday, January 22, 2019

My Medicine Cabinet by John Grochalski


my medicine cabinet
is probably an alcoholic

with all its migraine medicine
and gas pills taking up space

with its stomach remedies
and red rash make up

the packs of half-used breath mints
growing fuzz in unwashed corners

my medicine cabinet
is probably an alcoholic

I hope to god it gets
itself some help one day.










John Grochalski is the author of the poetry collections, The Noose Doesn’t Get Any Looser After You Punch Out (Six Gallery Press 2008), Glass City (Low Ghost Press, 2010), In The Year of Everything Dying (Camel Saloon, 2012), Starting with the Last Name Grochalski (Coleridge Street Books, 2014), and The Philosopher’s Ship (Alien Buddha Press, 2018). He is also the author of the novels, The Librarian (Six Gallery Press 2013), and Wine Clerk (Six Gallery Press 2016).  Grochalski currently lives in Brooklyn, New York, where the garbage can smell like roses if you wish on it hard enough.
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