Bridal Mask Speak Khmer Today

(Khnhom s’abt anak) I hate you.

(Bong bros) Brother.

When I torch a rice storehouse, I am chanting: (Kom phlech) Do not forget. Bridal Mask Speak Khmer

I hide in the alleys of my own city like a comma in a sentence that refuses to end. The Japanese think I am a ghost. The communists think I am a traitor playing dress-up. My own mother, if she were alive, would not recognize my shadow. Good. Let her not. Because the boy who loved her is buried under a railway bridge, his mouth stuffed with surrender. (Khnhom s’abt anak) I hate you