Days of 2023

MICHAEL CHANG

 

on the first of the year i cried                    b/c the bunny did not come home
my blade for candied apples was rusty                 god’s own country demanded                  show me miami!


speaking of the future                   how will it feel months from now
residual tremors from the quake          seeing double
overwhelming evidence               of sexual activity            i’m a pelican in ur spill
my beak full of poems                   heaven-sent


existing was relatively painless                    the alligators showed me mercy
w/o provocation             no turning back                   admiring miró to old-timey tracks
the spiritualists               had an unhealthy attachment to sepia                   there’s something for everyone


i refuse to be foiled by sliding doors        skimmed the diversity statement         so as to order in-n-out
who gives a shit               we’re all going to the same place:               in-n-out


when someone u hate                  asks for a tarot reading
tell ’em this here says ur a bitch                [unsheathing shiv]                          much luv to u & urs
vincent chin          has not been beaten                    by racists in michigan
ur skin                    reminds me of what i’m not:                     an oncologist                       a verb
faded polaroid of mothman                       harmful to the public health
in many ways                    a lunatic


karzai comfortably ensconced                   in falls church mansion
the janitorial staff             at his golf course            forced to sign NDAs they couldn’t read
part of the restaurant’s ceiling fell in                      those flapjacks fixed my sadness


close-up bulges on billboards                     yielded pretty penises                    full of repetitions
(“ r u packing or r u just a BIG DICK ”)                    well         i may or may not have turned u
into the wrap on a bus                  elegant boi                     blinking on & off
promising to make my day          saliva carrying no resentments
u might know coco’s camellia                    but do u know the lion
mouth of a fallen city                     that knife in the night


quiet mode                      more like disquiet mode                 amirite
it’s past ur bedtime                  shall we sign in or subscribe
every womyn                 & tender man                the dalai lama’s dark mark burning

 

nothing in the acid bath          believe me                         i looked
for u                    the shiniest toy in the shop
i may have leaned in                  to touch it

 

 

 

 


 

 

MICHAEL CHANG (they/them) is the author of SYNTHETIC JUNGLE (Northwestern University Press, 2023), TOY SOLDIERS (Action, Spectacle, 2024) & THE HEARTBREAK ALBUM (Coach House Books, 2025). They edit poetry at Fence.

 

The art that appears alongside this piece is by GRANT RAUN.