Dementia – by Anna Kerdijk Nicholson
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My friend again loses a word,
momentarily absents herself,
staring at her meaning as if struck
by holiness, by her gilded icons,
caught in a vision, pictorial and complete
into which her glottal stop sounds
and her eyes, flickering like altar candles,
reluctantly turn from clarity,
without liturgy,
unable to complete the response.
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