Commute

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Hieu Minh Nguyen - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Commute

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Would I be a decent exorcist running a braid of copper wires along my mother's teeth, to see the flames change colors? Her hands sometimes small as coins, reach for me, even when the moths make up most of my body. I know she's sorry for the bad years: I packed my bags once. I slept in a neighbor's car once. I know it's cruel to make her wear the same dress in every memory to say forgive yet stitch a mask on her while she sleeps. I always knew guilt would keep her from noticing the money missing from under her mattress. I could get away being clumsy with knives. Every surface punctured. Every curtain drawn. The house still sinking when no one is on board. It beckons me from the highway to watch the one lit room slowly go dark. I want to break its windows with my face.

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  • Hieu Minh Nguyen