Disconnect #7

We are powering through these

Hello everybody! I hope you are well. We are already at the seventh disconnect! Below is the newsletter reading and the two poems I won my latest slam with. If you want to read this newsletter with your eyes, click HERE - up first is the typed version of one of my poems from the slam. Enjoy.

The Distance

My grandmother is diagnosed with dementia

eleven thousand miles from the place

I am struggling to call home

and suddenly, I develop a fear of flying.

I picture every mile traveled as a memory she loses -

her mind slowly letting go of the lyrics of my laughter -

the closer I get to home the more stranger I become.

I picture dementia as a wild beast

we have convinced ourselves is tame

but you know what they say

about the tiger who allows humans into its cage -

it could get hungry at any moment -

become beckoned to some feral calling