Jennifer Chang Poems
|2.||Field Guide To The Night Sky||7/15/2014|
|4.||Conversation With Slugs And Sarah||7/15/2014|
|6.||The Skin's Broken Aria||7/15/2014|
|7.||Freedom In Ohio||7/15/2014|
|10.||Again A Solstice||7/15/2014|
Again A Solstice
It is not good to think
of everything as a mistake. I asked
for bacon in my sandwich, and then
I asked for more. Mistake.
I told you the truth about my scar:
I did not use a knife. I lied
about what he did to my faith
in loneliness. Both mistakes.
That there is always a you. Mistake.
Faith in loneliness, my mother proclaimed,
is faith in self. My instinct, a poor polaris.
Not a mistake is the blue boredom
of a summer lake. O mud, sun, and algae!
We swim in glittering murk.
I tread, you tread. There are ...