Mystery Shopper in Memory Care
by Kelly DuMar

I forget what you came for. But I can’t pay you for it 
because my wallet is no bigger than a breadbox. So
maybe you’ve seen it? See? Crumbs in my pockets
where there must have been crackers or coins and keys
to a castle. Maybe you’ve seen them? My money must 
have slipped my mind into your bank account and I need
to make a deposit. Will you remind me what do I owe and 
what I don’t own? Lots of things belong to anybody around 
here, so it’s a cheap store for bargains. There are plenty of 
rooms like this to go into. You can always find someone 
to belong to. But I have been missing who you are.