my mother’s crazy

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.