Dementia's Embrace
Brush your teeth. Take your bath. Get dressed. Give me a kiss goodnight. Now go to bed. She’d say nightly with pursed lips that breathed tight tubes of love. In pink pajamas I’d comply, reaching for an embrace that was kept at arm’s length. My hair was kept short like a boy’s. While hers was a mane to be envied. Long and luxurious from curlers, blow dryers, and a hairdresser named…
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