Len Kuntz: Dementia (3)

You are remembering a pet goat

The bell around its neck sounding like

The jingling noise the door made at Storm Lake Grocery

So old man Miller would be alerted to customers.

“Old man, Miller, he was sweet on me,” you say.

“He gave me free candy. He touched me once.”

I try to explain that your mind’s become a shifting bridge

But you’re as lucid as ever, insisting,

“He touched me where he shouldn’t have

And at his funeral,” you say,

“I couldn’t stop laughing.”

 


Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State, an editor at the online magazine Literary Orphans, and the author of I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AND NEITHER ARE YOU out now from Unknown Press.  You can also find him at lenkuntz.blogspot.com

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