MICHAEL CHANG
Winter 2023 | Poetry
Three Poems
FIRST TAKE
unclench ur jaw
conventionally-attractive flagbearer for our cause
i don’t operate in a world of budgets
i didn’t mean to interrupt ur elevator pitch
tho it probably won’t come as a surprise
that i found out thru the internet
ur right, the hotshot director was extremely outta line
it certainly doesn’t help that he’s a heartthrob
& my cousin
he’s my cousin
i’m glad we had this opportunity to reconnect
she pursed her lips, shut her birkin & tightened her sphincter
we live in a society of instant gratification
delaying it is overrated & maybe even foolish
[potentially fatal ???]
i wear it like a crown
u should’ve known better
i do this, i do that
refused to copy off u in home ec
& spent my twenties paying for it
u know, ultimately, his date wasn’t the correct size
it caused quite a ruckus at the tailor’s
it was for naught since he was uninvited
when he wrote that column
calling the dictator’s wife “ a desert rose ”
mere hours after the chemical attacks
no, i don’t think what you heard was desperation
the fleet was brand spankin’ new
the elopement was announced over the college radio
listen, linus, u’ve always wanted to behead the family
so gird ur loins, there’s no time like the present
shattering ur sibling’s confidence to cross The Firm, as it were
[is there no sense of personal responsibility ???]
everything is AI these days
artifice intelligence, i think they call it
we owe it to u to be honest
物质生活 MATERIAL WORLD
my memory splinters
when i’m tired of explaining myself
throbbing like a plant
u were cucked by matthew calamari
while he was carved up in the turkish embassy
charlize theron guiding mini cooper thru tunnel
my luv is ur canary
council speaker using police lights & lip-syncing to call me maybe
u can have him
as if handing off newborn puppy
i say
i’m in pain
luv first requires anus
can i have a moment
to stop paying attention
sandwich falling in lap
no hamburger ever skid across the grill like this
when i’m sober i’m designer
when i’m drunk i’m couture
i consult the tarot
that dirty trickster
namedropping & scanning the room
the governor scrolling buzzfeed for flagged books
clothes all out of season
LEAD FEET
u have my attention:
there is no i in team
there is no u in youn
u drove four days & wore the diaper
i m asking what u think
like the moment
a fog claims the harbor
katy perry i m no longer ur muse
found in a ditch
mama iz me henri
“ the voice of the gallery ”
bitch pls that’s what we tell the grunts
so we can keep paying them 30k a year
to drive owls crazy w/ white noise machines
& make disastrous choices
at the battery park aquarium
floors clean enough to eat off of
fake catholic choke on ur vitaminwater
loser old man i m henri cole
previously a self-starting
corrupt dandy
homosexual calling to homosexual
over the abyss
between her legs a gigantic fungus
how even a brief sight of beauty
can serve as a source of renewable energy
an electric shock
downstairs so loose & ragged
ur the best at being hot
when i said i know i m not entitled since we aren’t dating
he went real quiet
not out of awkwardness
but in contemplation
an obligation to give them coke
i mean
for the good of the country
MICHAEL CHANG (they/them) is the author of many collections of poetry, including SYNTHETIC JUNGLE (Northwestern University Press, 2023) & EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS (GreenTower Press, 2024). They edit poetry at Fence.