Devin Esch
Modeled on Anodyne by Yusef Komunyakaa
I love how the eyes
belong to my father—
they used to scowl
when strangers said,
“you look so much alike.”
Now they see his handsome
staring back in the mirror.
Spoken through bleeding
gums, this voice learns
its own sound each day.
Curls cover the scalp,
but buzzers fit the shape
of the head. Lips hum.
I love how the hips
hold laundry baskets
and strut up stairs.
This sandpaper skin
dressed in borrowed
clothes. Mom’s
tomboy wardrobe.
There is a crook
in this nose where
a softball smacked
hers at age 10.
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