Maybe a bit dramatic, but I light candles with my breakfast, wear a white gown around the house like a virgin. Right or wrong, forgive me? No one in this town knows forgiveness. Miles from the limits if I squint, there's Orion. If heaven exists I will be there in a minute to hop the pearly gates, a ghost felon, to find him. Of blood, of mud, of wise men. But who am I now after all these years without him: boy widow barbarian trapping hornets in my shit grin. He'll fear who I've been since. He'll see I'm a liar, a cheater, a whole garden on fire. Copyright © 2019 Hieu Minh Nguyen. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 24, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets. |
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