Votey Cheav
SCISSOR TALK
My mother chides
and constantly reminds me
to find a husband.
That if I find a man
suitable enough
for marriage,
to chop him up
before he can realize it.
Translated loosely
from her trite
Cambodian tongue
she tells me to:
cut off
his head
cut off
his tail
and you’re left
with just
the body.
No mouth to speak
no legs to run away
just the heart that feels.
What would she think
if she knew that
I’ve severed many men,
and still no takers?