My Old Pillow - Feb. 1, 2023

its memory foam

in late-stage Alzheimer’s

doesn’t remember me

or the shape of my head

at first I thought it was

that streak of laziness

that afflicts the old

but when I laid down

it wasn’t able to rise

to meet me

and mumbled

on another day

as I was getting into bed

Have we met before?

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