Dementia by Stephanie Bryant Anderson
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Dementia by Stephanie Bryant Anderson

By the bed in a cup the waiting water grows tepid, the medicine sleeping           in me like a watchdog. The air inside the room, cold & artificial. Unable to warm, I feast on stars, picking from the constellations           my sister brought down to my side, calling in her loudest voice for my head to settle. … Continue reading