when I catch a glimpse
of myself in the mirror
I am taken aback
by how much the
hue of my irises
has changed to match
those of my father.
Often
when I have the misfortune
of finding myself on
the receiving end of
one of his
narrow-mindedly long-winded monologues
I notice how differently
we view the world and
the scarcity of topics
on which we see eye-to-eye.
I wonder if the two are related.