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Lexington Poetry Month



Memory is stained glass in a hurricane
and shock absorbers during an earthquake.
Shards caught between chasms jiggle and tear
through traumas like the fourth-grade field trip
and your mother’s lobotomy. Glimpses of ice cream socials.
Glass-cocaine tables
where sweat drips through your reflections:
Meeting with a silent image
too blurry to fully comprehend;
culmination of a life and lineage
all erased
when charged with the loss of your head.

One response to “Dementia”

  1. Jay McCoy says:

    The jolting string of perfectly-chosen disturbing images in this poem create a ride that combines the best of pain and pleasure and that satisfying land somewhere in between. It is so good to see your poems here!

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