I have Dad’s nose, long and hawkish.
I also lose my temper over small noises, criticize people’s musical choices.

I feel shame and power.
I also try not to use the word “I,” Dad’s favorite.

Surely a nose isn’t a harbinger. I also have Mother’s eyes.

I block all mirrors.

Yash Seyedbagheri is a graduate of Colorado State University’s MFA program in fiction. Yash’s work is forthcoming or has been published in WestWard Quarterly, Café Lit, 50 Word Stories, (mac)ro (mic), and Ariel Chart.