Glimpses of my mother
After all these years, I still sometimes see someone, that from behind looks exactly like my mother … until she turns around.
By chance I catch a glimpse of her,
salt and pepper waves kissing
cyan ripples about her neck.
A thousand Lepidoptera tickle
anticipation, until she whirls
around revealing an unfamiliar smile.
As I exhale they burst out
of my ribcage in a rush, transporting
all desires to an obscure realm.
One gatekeeper flutters back
then settles on my lifeline.