Auntie Angel Spice was pretty wild
I remember hearing stories about her
when I was a child
They say there’s one in every
family
(the one who has no shame)
the one who follows
no ones’ hold
the one who broke the
righteous
mold.

Our last visit—–

she giggled
“I’m too damn old for
fun these days
my minds’ a freakin’
frackin’ haze.

My fountain of youth
done lost its’ juice
my brain is willy wonkers
the saddest part is knowing
that I’m really going bonkers.

I prefer
hummers
over
alzheimers
see….it
all boils down to
I used to really suck
but can’t remember
why
and still
They wonder
why I cry?”

“Oh Auntie Spice
let’s be nice”
I laughed
and squeezed her hand

Then came the dread
as
Her eyes went blank
she shook her head
” Who the hell are you ?”
she said and
shrugged her tiny shoulders
then
I left the room
it was all I
could do
knowing
our chat was over