I stole the Glenlivet mirror from my dad
when he lost his home.
I told myself if he wanted it back
he could get a damned wall to hang it on,
but until then it was better off with me.
More an advert than overt reflection,
it shows me drunk, bonded and brittle,
the tenuous relationship between a father and son
who repeated histories in their own voices
and tried to make sense of themselves.
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