She could spot my secret spots,
anywhere where I hid.
She always saw exactly where
my thoughts went skittering off.
She observed my moods before
I felt them heat my cheeks.
Even with her back to me,
her eyes were everywhere.
With her death, I found her
with me in the strangest way.
I can see through everything.
I see the future long before
it happens. Why? My mother’s
eyes adorn my body as
her mother’s eyes adorned her,
eyes to eyes to eyes to eyes
to eyes to eyes.
published in Entropy
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