Raisin Concern - Shaun Axl Sisco
“No, it’s James.”
“Oh…Why am I here?”
“Because you have Alzheimer’s, grandma.”
She turns away on the corner of the bed to face the wall, staring at the wrinkles on her hands.
The awkward thief of time, ironing linens on pine, looking left, then right.
“How did this happen?”
Gazing at his Grandfather’s watch on his wrist.
“Well, everything happens for a reason.”
“You mean…everything happens like a raisin.”
He reaches his hand. She turns away again.
“Jasper…one day you’ll find yourself like me, wrinkled, between white walls, and chewed between linoleum teeth.”
Shaun Axl Sisco keeps his faith hidden on highways, his heart in the basement, and writes every word with a pen. You can read more of his neurosis at: ayoungmansdisease.blogspot.com