anagnorsis

what happens sometimes is I see the glint of my Dad's skin, shiny where he shaved this morning,

or I see my roommate's pimple, which he pops before saving the world from its mediocrity or from porn,

or I see the bones in my sister's back, where her new shirt folds beneath the collarbone,

or I hear my mother's cough, and realize she could die,

and I am shocked at their humanity.