by Matthew Dexter
always slept naked. He made it a family affair,
walking from his bedroom to the kitchen to cook
eggs and bacon every morning.
a sausage dangling from my legs, he would
I never knew
he had dementia. Until he decided to swallow my
dead goldfish because he thought it was a piece
of chicken. Mom was preparing the goldfish for a
funeral in the backyard. She left Freddy on a
plate in the kitchen and Grandpa woke up hungry
from one of his naps and the Kentucky Fried
Chicken container was still on the table.