Drowning My Heart in Dementia

Tara Awate

she never had a clear notion of the invention of her uselessness / her memory / she was to discover / in the shadows / that bulk / and colour, / admitting defeat. everything she forgot / the house / her wedding ring, / the children / Quite simply, / every member of the family / losing something / where they could not reach it. (This erasure poem is taken from a page from a book. The background is blacked out in blue and red paint, with the red forming a heart