Selfish
Oh you want is attention
what a lie addressed to we
both have believed in
seasonal masks and unborn religious
falling stars own cheesecake territory
prevent it from salty ocean flavor
register for ten minutes grass inflammation
and feel great about
when you reveal, truth contains expiration
my dentist listened to Coca-Cola while I used to
breathe in nothing wrong with
capitulation, thirst
busy at ignorant no time to like your curse
allow me to pretend, leaving without wages
mapping comes alone, gardening mashes spring
brutal no need to be sorry
marriage without cooking a heart and caring a seed
to fathom one-way traffic signs
multiple souls flattered, slaughter habitual deer sorrow
Chia-Lun Chang is the author of One Day We Become Whites (No, Dear/Small Anchor Press, 2016), recent work appears in Bettering American Poetry, PEN America, Hyperallergic, Literary Hub, MuseMedusa, Evergreen, 6×6, and The Tiny. She has received fellowships and support from Lower Manhattan Cultural Council, Tofte Lake Center and Poets House. Born and raised in New Taipei City, Taiwan, she lives in New York City.