"Alzheimer's"


"Alzheimer’s"

My grandmother’s teeth stare at her

from a mason jar on the nightstand.

The radio turns itself on,

sunlight crawls through the window,

and she thinks she feels her bright blue eyes

rolling out her head.

She’s certain her blood has turned to dirt,

that beetles haunt the dark hollow of her bones.

The clock on the kitchen wall is missing its big hand.

The potatoes in the sink are growing eyes.

She stares at my grandfather standing in the doorway,

his smile flickering like the side of an axe.

Outside, in the yard, a chicken hops

through the tall grass, looking for its head.


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