Chia-Lun Chang
The Desire of Being a Man
jump spin leap tiny bit little bare feet & repeat
wishing for the private space between we and a man
a pair of power to open cans like a hunter
the courage to win a poker face
the masculine shadow body
slim jesus
louder policy
morning white collar
hairy braless
wider teeth
organic cum
meat packing
seats arriving as
tulips, sea lights, catchy extending horizons
enlarge the maximum of greatest nouns
magic to be the first claiming hire, breath, raise your hands, turn off the light,
follow my responsibility to fuck your
softer armpit
lower wall street
wrinkled ambition
stare the candor the marble pose the imaginary mirror glare at
beer bottles, sniff answers
I am not your type of moon cake
I don’t carry shampoo around the office
ceiling
I don’t buzz nor hide
in bound knees
I am not a kisser, nor a guard
my feet are wrong, my eyes are gone, my mother ultimately dies
no turning back way to stay around
Sisterhood
I would never abandon you
We used to live in a
shithole as the softest mejiro
birds with cracked feathers
you mumbled before the sun came out
bit nails and swallowed
our green flood
I did crawl far away
further than any bird migration
but I would live inside
your swing shadow
until you
depart from
dirt and glue
Chia-Lun Chang is the author of One Day We Become Whites (No, Dear/Small Anchor Press, 2016), recent work appears in Pen America, Hyperallergic, Literary Hub, MuseMedusa, and Evergreen Review. She has received support from Lower Manhattan Cultural Council, The Center for Book Arts and Poets House. Born and raised in Taipei, Taiwan, she lives in New York City.