Two Poems by Kristin Chang
my obituary is available for pre-order Kristin Chang im driving around with you, white boy in a honda suv my ancestors all piled in the backseat, a stack of ghosts like bruised-back playing cards we stop at a 7/11 and i buy infant cough syrup while your tongue plays my teeth. i can see the veins mapping your eyelids into hostile territory, your wrist gripped in my throat. you call me your best ghost and i dream about selling my dead dog on craigslist. with my face slotted into yours i dream about spreading my mother’s ashes into a feast honey im home and i died to get here confession: i like the smell of my own shit confession: i really like to cook confession: i deboned a whole frozen chicken with my teeth a kind of hunger the shade of wolf. i survived two wars you’ve livetweeted my hunger is a throat opening on the back of my left hand. it feeds on snow the color of meat, it feeds on operas about white soldiers and brown women i guess you and i would look great in a painting or a YahooNews headline im already wearing a... Read More