I come in as they change the dishesmy shift card still hanging on my chestMum reaches to undo the cordI bend so she can take it offthe card brushes her lipsthe cord's end still damp with sweat
Đức has saved a place for meset a bowl on a dry napkinI've only just sat down when Mum askswhat time I leave tomorrowI take the shift roster from my pocketand open it where my name is
I have to be there at sixI'm on the road by five
I swapped shifts with Hảoso I could get home for today's mealshe circled the date with her penand signed the paper against my backthe circle's still there on the sheetMum smooths it with her fingernail
Someone at the side door calls for a tradesmanĐạt runs back and forthMum puts another piece of fish in my bowlI pull my sleeve up highermachine oil still smells in the foldthough I washed the shirt this morning
Mum asks the way to Auntie'sI turn the roster overborrow a pen to draw the routeto the place where she needs to turn
I put my shift card in my pocketthe cord catches on the zipper pullMum tears off the piece with the routeI hold the part with the signature
Mum lifts the scrap and asksso where do I turn, loveI point again from the torn edgemy finger goes beyond the table's rim
