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My Grandpa, Dementia-Soaked at Dusk Eleni Sexton

A pretty stranger traps me lightning bugs in a jar… When did my hands become too old to cast a shadow, like those thin transluscent fish that swim in the deep sea? I can still recall V-E Day and how to play the Moonlight Sonata. When did my hands become too old to cast a shadow? What is this space we live and move through called again? I know, I can still recall V-E Day and how to play the Moonlight Sonata. My skin sometimes falls into snowflakes when I scratch my head, What is this space we live and move through called again? The woods? The township? Connecticut? Some green continent? My skin sometimes falls into snowflakes when I scratch my head, it seems I have forgotten my way to go home -

through the woods, the township, Connecticut, a whole green continent. Isn’t it true someone gives you something to eat and drink before you can die? It seems I have forgotten my way to go home… a pretty stranger traps me lightning bugs in a jar.

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Edition 63 Volume 1  

Fall 2010. Brushfire is UNR's oldest literature & arts journal. Brushfire publishes biannually, check out our website for more info! unrbrus...

Edition 63 Volume 1  

Fall 2010. Brushfire is UNR's oldest literature & arts journal. Brushfire publishes biannually, check out our website for more info! unrbrus...

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