HEARTACHES BY
THE NUMBERS
(secrets of dementia)
This is the story of my story running wild broken open
making small talk passing time. The kernal in the mixer
making oats and wheat leaves behind the brother James
who long ago has died. All these things make cookies
in the jar, winds in the willows, the mad-woman of
Chaillot. 'Now supposin' I was, making things like
that; I never shot that guy.' Wide open are the
weird ways of the demented.
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