Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Ex-herd animals 

This morning—
I positioned myself 
between his ears
(way past wake-up time)
got my head 
behind my dog’s puzzled head
looked out over his
got his view of the world, and said:

Go on, boy! 

Do something new. 
Something else.
Something different. 

(After that, both our tails were wagging!) 

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Alzheimer’s, &
Christmas Eve

It’s so much easier now 
that my mother doesn’t even know 
who I am. 

In my good old childhood days she’d feed beer
into her mouth, it'd go through her head,
wake up her dad, then she’d aim those eyes 
right at me
those dumb dull darts. 
Drinking beer by the cases. 

Tonight, when she looks over at me
just like when she was drunk
though her aim is off
she sees nothing
those eyes empty  
as pillow cases. 

The woman never was nothing but 
a stocking stuffer. 

It's a happy new year.