What do polka dots remind you of?

They remind Grandpa of the exploding rockets he hid from every night with his face in the mud from his own sweat and piss.

I swear it got inside his mind that night because now it’s cracking.

Alzheimer’s is God giving him morphine.

Brent C. Green is a free verse novelist and spoken word artist in Central Texas. He is the president of Modern Muse Poetry in San Marcos, Texas, and the blog editor for the Front Porch literary journal.