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| Local Mom and Pop Except for a few hold-ups They’re successful. her eyes tell me My earrings are mostly danger—like The shot that left blurred holes In my mother’s vision—that i’m gay. Inevitably, she reminds me of her Daunting Vietnamese sternness. Except my mother’s american Is more refined, and she buys up Eyesores. she hasn’t even noticed The fluorescence of doritos®, dull Among cigarette stuff. i steal One more glance. she ignores Me so that i’ll speak my childish Vietnamese. she knows that the guilt Of her absent voice will force it. cám ơn Barely leaves the barrel of my throat. my voice Deep and smoke-scarred, is danger— The shot that took a mother’s son. by tri do Hayward, CA 1/26/97 |
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