american cupcakes
we eat
canned corn
and cupcakes colored
with the american flag
and i have been in this line
longer than it took me
to pick out my groceries
the cashier is a trainee
with unruly hair
and the touch of a moustache
he’s seventeen and thinks he’s funny
he’s so funny
he can’t ring up a head of lettuce
or a bag of chips
without telling a joke
america must always suffer
the indignity of funny men
i look at him
he is like the slowly rotting meat
in my cart
one day he’ll probably be the manager here
he tells another bad joke
i think of walking away
and leaving all of the groceries
but there is nothing in my home
except cold vodka and stale popcorn
it is too hot today
to willingly starve
and i’m not in the mood for protest
so i stand there and sweat
as no one but the cashier laughs
looking at another week’s worth of food
splayed out on the counter
bought to feed another week
of this ceaseless horseshit
looking at the american cupcakes
wrapped in non-biodegradable plastic
that the cashier
casually crushes
with a case of warm soda
with the same jokey manner
and nonchalant ease
that he has used to crush
this afternoon
and all of our souls.
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), The Philosopher’s Ship (Alien Buddha Press, 2018), and Eating a Cheeseburger During End Times (Kung Fu Treachery, 2021). He is also the author of the novels, The Librarian (Six Gallery Press 2013), Wine Clerk (Six Gallery Press 2016), and P-Town: Forever (Alien Buddha Press, 2021). Grochalski currently lives in Brooklyn, New York. You can read his baseball card ramblings at his Junk Wax Jay blog https://junkwaxjay.blogspot.com/
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