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Posts Tagged ‘Life’

Oana

December 17, 2008

Your Dementia
is so dedicated.
He works
tirelessly,
never answering the phone,
never stopping to
sip his coffee
then have a smoke.
Instead,
he shreds.
He skips lunch.
He doesn’t call his wife back.
He wipes every memory
of me
out of you.
He tells you
I am my mother.
He tells you
you are alone.
He gives you
Absolution.
And I,
in my shame,
almost
Envy you
for the
Freedom.