Friday, January 11, 2019
Deep Nitwittery
-Forgot day of week!
-That Altzy?
-Did in my 30s too. So...been gone since then?
-What the hell IS today anyway? THURSDAY? No kidding? What happened to Tuesday and Wednesday?
-What did?
-Some god’s in charge of fucking us both
up with time.
-Yeah? He’s still going strong!
-I...didn’t expect to MUTUALLY disintegrate!
Tragic outcomes being strictly solo? America
being romantic that particular way.
-And therefore Literary? Then, why does it
feel like everything else?
-Never ask that question?
-Why not?
-It’s profound! Thus leave you your
very self in the process!
-I can breathe again!
Labels: Alzheimer's, forgetting, friends, literary, rhetoric of friends, romantic, self concept, self image
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
The Essential Where
Three Poor Old Things Orient
1 knows she's in Cocoa Beach, Florida,
but can't convey same.
The words bump and jam. When she can finally get
something out, it snaps in frustrated anger.
2, old traveler, prefers London, Paris, Rome.
The nurse taking her history can get her here, but
spottily. She codes TDD, for Tends to Daydream.
3 is everywhere and nowhere. She CIAs it.
Deepest secrecy required since you’re eyeing
her dollar store jewelry.
Labels: Alzheimer's, CIA, place, senility
Monday, May 04, 2009
A Short Story
As a young woman, followed
her husband around Sears.
Now he follows, when
not wandering off.
Alzheimers.
As a young woman, followed
her husband around Sears.
Now he follows, when
not wandering off.
Alzheimers.
Labels: Alzheimer's
