my uncle reminds
me of my father
the same
bloated look in
his face and
the slow painful
shuffle of his feet
when I see him
picking up his
prescriptions at
the pharmacy or
shopping at
the grocery store
I tell myself
I should go and
visit him
I mean
we live in
the same town and
I see him
all the time
driving by but
another day passes
a week and
still
I don’t go
to visit him