my mother’s crazy,
and this family resemblance
and these aging eyes
are making it harder and harder
for me to tell us apart.
this fucking scares me.
i’m serious.
all reflective surfaces
that i glimpse with my peripherals
reflect her
before they don’t,
and it scares me.
this.
fucking.
scares.
me.
and yes,
i can’t tell whether or not
this is all in my head,
but this is not the first night
i’ve swung punch woken to soaked sheets.