The Brunch People

The Brunch People

Poetry

John Grochalski

 

 

 

The brunch people
Are lining Saint Mark’s Place
On an early Sunday afternoon
The brunch people women wear cute little dresses
And the men wear polo shirts with the collars up
They are named Becca and Staci
Todd and Blake and Kyle
And they are as boring as a parade on the Fourth of July
The brunch people play on cell phones
Or talk about banal things like Taylor Swift music
And the national football league
Their voices sound like honking cars in traffic
And they never worry about hunger or war
The brunch people giggle
Because they are drinking mimosas with champagne
Before one o’clock in the afternoon
A few of them will be asleep by four p.m.
At least one Becca or Staci
Will vomit on the pavement or have to fight off
The advances of one of the Kyles
The brunch people love bacon and eggs
And specialty coffees that taste like mint
They love Starbucks and 7-11 and Dunkin
And watching from their rooftop pool parties
As people who’ve lived here for years
Get their asses thrown out on the street
The brunch people take the word gentrification as a compliment
They’ve started phrases “I’m not racist but…”
They were put on this earth to eat French toast
And destroy us as quickly as they can
The brunch people have college degrees
But they don’t have college debt
Most of them are heading toward thirty
And their parents still pay their rent
Mommy had to call Blake off from his job last Friday
Because he was hungover from
Too much partying with Todd
The brunch people laugh about the mundane
Throw their trash on the ground
And never really pay the cost for anything in this country
If you stopped one and asked them if they were human
I’m willing to bet you twenty dollars
Most of them wouldn’t know what
In the hell to say.

 

 

Bio: John Grochalski is the author of 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 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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