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| Dementia |
| by Belinda Subraman |
| fog…noise
there are no words only syllables, letters moving colors in a fox of fog names escape me and wish to be anchored I hand them out of a colored box to people in my room their puzzled look matches mine when I quiz them they float in a fog of noise and syllables my arms and legs twitch and sprout plumbing they mouth answers in search of questions and my questions and never answered I must get out of this and I rise I reach through the fog toward the noise and moving pictures colors run and ignore me everything escapes yet I’m locked in a noisy fog people change names and locations wear masks of youth and uniforms reach inside colorful boxes of moving pictures and surprise me with needles, pills and tubes they are sewing me into bed making me furniture in a fog confounding me with noise and syllables but I rise, sit on a cliff and a red noise screams I hold to cold metal and know danger moving pictures scramble in a box of fog masks of youth hold needles are sewing me into the bed uniforms watch me I am the moving picture in a noisy box of color the fog engulfs me there are no words fog….noise |
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| April 2006 |
| 63 |