Kristin Chang
ask me about my immigration status
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& ill show u the bucks of my teeth
asians eat every part of the animal we can always remember hunger growing into our bodies like bones 1 in 5 people is chinese & im still alone & i still pretend my mother didn’t predict my birth the way a cut predicts the shape of its scar somewhere is a field of your dead somewhere is your rebel uncle singing the lullaby about a girl who opened her thighs & all the birds flew out to peck the stars from the sky like eyes from a skull, you have seen your father an eyeless face on fire u sat on it but it kept burning they say to blame the man & not his god but you know prayer as the fist in your mother’s mouth in this country, when ur body miscarries its heat & goes up in flames the men on the street say don’t worry, they’d still bone you back |
KRISTIN CHANG lives in NY. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Frontier Poetry, Tinderbox, Teen Vogue, Foundry, Muzzle Magazine, and elsewhere. She is currently on staff at Winter Tangerine and is located at kristinchang.com and on Twitter @KXinming. Her chapbook "PAST LIVES, FUTURE BODIES," is forthcoming from Black Lawrence Press in October 2018.