It feels almost too tender for a couple; parent-child close until there you go, all done! Pores dotted with years of touch until we find family again, sitting on the edge of the bath, rinsing soap from what’s left of together. Their skin is obscure glass; here, let me wash your hands.
Ewen Glass
Ewen Glass is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and a body of self-doubt; his poetry has appeared in the likes of Okay Donkey, Maudlin House, HAD, Poetry Scotland, and One Art Poetry. Bluesky/X/IG: @ewenglass