Ange Mlinko

(1969 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

The Grind - Poem by Ange Mlinko

Three mini ciabattini for breakfast
where demand for persnickety bread
is small, hence its expense, hence my steadfast
recalculation of my overhead,

which soars, and as you might expect
the ciabattini stand in for my fantasy
of myself in a sea-limned prospect,
on a terrace, with a lemon tree...

Not: Assessed a fee for rent sent a day late.
Not: Fines accrued for a lost library book.
Better never lose track of the date.
Oversleep, and you're on the hook.

It's the margin for error: shrinking.
It's life ground down to recurrence.
It's fewer books read for the thinking
the hospital didn't rebill the insurance;

the school misplaced the kids' paperwork.
Here's our sweet pup, a rescue
which we nonetheless paid for, and look:
he gets more grooming than I do.

When I turn my hand mill, I think of the dowager
who ground gems on ham for her guests;
the queen who ground out two cups of flour
on the pregnant abdomen of her husband's mistress;

I think of a "great rock-eating bird"
grinding out a sandy beach,
the foam said to be particulate matter
of minute crustaceans, each

brilliantly spooning up Aphrodite
to Greek porticoes, and our potatoes,
and plain living which might be
shaken by infinitesimal tattoos.

Comments about The Grind by Ange Mlinko

  • Col Muhamad Khalid Khan (10/15/2016 7:03:00 AM)

    The Grind
    Congratulations for being chosen as a member for modern poem. Good poem
    Col Muhammad Khalid khan
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  • Robert Murray Smith (10/15/2016 2:03:00 AM)

    The poem was gound out of poetic essence.10
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/15/2016 1:51:00 AM)

    Two cups of flour
    For the thinking! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/15/2016 1:00:00 AM)

    The grind
    Congratulations for being chosen for the day..... Great work..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 21, 2016

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