ON DEMENTIA
By Jessica L Wilkinson
Published 9 November 2023
The stoic pupils, the gaze—
The movement always moving of
objects mostly socks and teacups—
The kettle on the stove screaming—
I the fly in a poet's vapour
wilting—
The frame tilted ever so
down the mantel and—
The dissipation of a day's framework
five days in a week ten hours or—
The fish eyes in a chair, lonely
facing the television
screen switched—
off.