Dementia - Summer Vacation

can’t remember your name, what you look like, who you are.

don’t want to grow old with my shoes untied and my hair unfurled.

i don’t want to rot with the t.v.

set to channel 13.

«what a pretty weather lady», «who are you, son of mine?», «don't you mind?»

«i need some room to breathe», «i've lived too long with too much to see».

i don’t want to rot in this fucking chair.

my spine crooked and my teeth not all there.

i never want to feel totally useless.