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1olice cruisers. 

Dementia: A Dialogue 

I questioned whether 
The doors 

Were big enough. 

There was a purple glove 
On the floor next to the trash 

A cup of apple nectar 
Mingling with neighboring straws 

A Surrealist's dream on dry erase boards 

Full of times and temperatures and rotations 
And stick-figured ladies drawn in passing 

"Are you warm enough?" 

Yes. 

Maybe, the smell of the hallway, 
Like a backed-up sump pump 

Kept them 

By: Adam Walz 

From coming back, or maybe it was just visiting hours 

A woman kept screaming across the hall. 

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