Selected Poetry by Preston Ham
Photo Source: Unsplash Dazed Spade Her daughter asked her if she wanted a drink of water before the trip home. Margaret didn’t know the right answer. She had recently suffered a stroke and fallen down a steep set of stairs and now lived in a wheelchair, with an expression as stiff as a creek, her mouth and cheeks like the swollen bottom of a spade. She could still say yes and no, so she said yes in the form of a question. Then she said no in the same form. Her daughter undid the cap to a...