#2,444 My Inheritances
I caught my mother in my
bathroom mirror –
I rarely
eye my dead father
[brow
& hairline matches] –
As a
youngster I avoided each
correspondence
[of them
in reflections] –
I don’t see
anyone much –
glancings
in window glass –
a catch
& look I recognise –
Now I
age & accelerate from my
past to merge with them –
[I will adjoin my parents]