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Victoria Chang

Where you counsel me on lips and throat. Where / you love the hiss of my atom. Where the ocean is zero / miles from everywhere. Here, madness has no map. / Here, God is abridged. O to be loved this way. / To have lips that bear fruit. To be cancelled. — Victoria Chang,… Continue reading Victoria Chang

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American Culture · American Literature · Asian-American Culture · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Poetry

Victoria Chang

Love Poem with Peanut Shells Now I am in the warm oil of your mouth, comfortably sleeping in your throat. We build with flagstone, shop for sconces and radiance. Your large hands bundle and stack wood into walls. You digest my shape, unlit layer, lung. Light begins here, where we are one decimal point, where… Continue reading Victoria Chang

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