HIEU MINH NGUYEN#2
It's not bad luck to name your goldfish after the goldfish that has already died, right? It seems impossible, on days like this, to walk to work and not daydream of ways to make eye-contact with people wearing sunglasses. It usually involves tripping or love. My mother never told me the no glove rule, just hung photographs of dead relatives in the living room and photos of herself in my bedroom. One day, if I'm lucky enough to outlive my mother, I will pick the photo of her with the perm––she fears this the most–– that, and having a son ruined by want, by the endless limbs of other sons. My mother never told me about the first boy I was named after––just said he died in a desert, just said he lost his way. She flushed my old body down the toilet, then took my photo off the wall. 188 The Paris-American |
Next week's poet:
Derrick Austin |

Hieu Minh Nguyen is the author of This
Way to the Sugar (Write Bloody Press, 2014). Hieu is a Kundiman
fellow, a recipient of the Minnesota Emerging Writers’ Grant from The Loft
Literary Center, and recently appeared in Poets
& Writers 2014 Debut Poets feature. His work has also appeared or is
forthcoming in publications such as The
Journal, PANK, Anti, Muzzle, Vinyl, Indiana Review, and other journals. He
also works at a haberdashery.