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Maybe memory is a crossword puzzle: seven hollow squares for his favorite baseball team, ink-bruised from the chamomile spilled by Vaseline marinated, jello-jiggle fingers (like the cherry cup on his tray— grapes brain-shriveled & bobbing on the meniscus). Memory, choking off, tight: a casual turtleneck strangling—well-intentioned yarn knit round his jugular, but maybe if it loved him it’d slacken. The nurse says You have a visitor, & his dark-lipped smile looks like an Oreo shell missing its cream. He wants to play rummy & I wonder how that swiss-cheese cortex, that grey walnut graveyard, can remember: Queen of Hearts is ten points, Susan. My name’s not important: for once the word isn’t alphabet-soup-snarled as it thrums from his chayote-crumpled mouth. He always cheats & never wins, but he shuffles the deck anyways: muscle memory, he winks, tea-defeated & varicose-gnarled hands jitterbugging over the Queen of Hearts.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Portrait of a Wild Card
Maybe memory is a crossword puzzle: seven hollow squares for his favorite baseball team, ink-bruised from the chamomile spilled by Vaseline marinated, jello-jiggle fingers (like the cherry cup on his tray— grapes brain-shriveled & bobbing on the meniscus). Memory, choking off, tight: a casual turtleneck strangling—well-intentioned yarn knit round his jugular, but maybe if it loved him it’d slacken. The nurse says You have a visitor, & his dark-lipped smile looks like an Oreo shell missing its cream. He wants to play rummy & I wonder how that swiss-cheese cortex, that grey walnut graveyard, can remember: Queen of Hearts is ten points, Susan. My name’s not important: for once the word isn’t alphabet-soup-snarled as it thrums from his chayote-crumpled mouth. He always cheats & never wins, but he shuffles the deck anyways: muscle memory, he winks, tea-defeated & varicose-gnarled hands jitterbugging over the Queen of Hearts.
If it's not entirely obvious, this poem is about Alzheimer's. I was really trying to play around with image & creating extra meaning in line-as-units via line breaks. Let me know what you think! :)
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
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