
Two Poems by Victoria Chang
Dear P.
If you are like me and can only see the horizon
that is unreachable don’t know that want sheds and
grows and sheds and grows please don’t
keep trying the outline is fine find a closer
aisle pull the cans and boxes from the shelves so
you can eat so you can feed on likeness anything
is possible but the possible isn’t always foldable
it’s okay to not spin the diamond that begs for your
finger it’s okay to reach behind you allow your clothes
to snag onto air to hide in time to exist in
the stars to believe that awards signify nothing it is
okay to only watch the birds in the ficus tree clutter the
branches each season leave their waste and let
your hands be hands and the wings be wings
Dear P.
Please forage please do not achieve please
stay mischievous even if others are deviously
perfect your previous hair color will always be black
black isn’t absence black shouldn’t be auctioned
black has options even if you have to hack something
rip something lengthwise your soul isn’t a
flag pole it can lift up into the sky and wave
become frayed you too can have but make
sure you actually want otherwise stay home
and make your own wontons they won’t get
stuck to your tonsils someday someone will seal you
out but someday someone will also sing to you
from a window sill and steal you from me
because you were never only mine
Victoria Chang‘s fourth book of poems, Barbie Chang, is forthcoming from Copper Canyon Press this fall. Her prior book, The Boss (McSweeney’s) won the PEN Center USA Literary Award and a California Book Award. Other books are Salvinia Molesta and Circle. She was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship in 2017 and teaches at Chapman University and the Orange County School of the Arts. She lives in Southern California with her family. You can find her at www.victoriachangpoet.com.
Excellent. So far, Victoria is my favorite recent poet. I like her voice and word choices. Want to read more
Beautiful lyrical phrases. Palpable and believable. Good word choices. Excellent enchanting writing