Hot Pot Magazine

By Lucien

i can talk to my mother / at 4 a.m. or when she sleeps, / or when i cook her the breakfast i
forgot, / or actually talk to my mother / without my throat / in the way / i hope i am still the
boy learning english / with my mother tongue, / and that makes me wonder / if that was all
my mother hoped would grow inside of her. / i’ve written more than you deserve(d) / i wish.
/ listen to / a sunset, / a quarter of me, / (i’m a summer boy) & something else i can’t / bring
myself to forget / between / front teeth & say / i’ll be there, / i’ll be here, / i’ll be here / for
you / soon while you’re at the corner of my mouth / & the right side of a moon. / god
ican’thelp / i don’thave creates love. / i didn’t / feel sorry again & / i willnot. that / is the
beauty of motherhood when / you knew / you forget you couldn’t regret me / like any
morning after.

Lucien is a Hong Kong based (song)writer who loves the smell of candy stores. He has published in the Eunoia Review, Iceblink Literary Magazine, the Graveyard Zine among many others. He also writes silly love songs for his studio band, Orphic. You can find him on Instagram: @delucienal_