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why is there only 1 poem by Justin Chin on @PoetryFound and zero on @POETSorg (but a bio)?? Chin was a queer Asian American poet and writer whose work is so unapologetic, sexy, and political. i'm so sad i never got to meet him in person, but his words are such good company
here are three poems by Justin Chin, from his first book Bite Hard. thank you, @aaww https://aaww.org/three-poems-justin-chin/
I hold things I cannot say in my mouth,
I hold acts I cannot do in my chest,
hold a bitter stinking love in my groin.
[...]
They want to distill me,
take the queer sky out of my body.
[...]
Please let me live
and rage in the realm of wonderment
—from "A History of Geography"
I hold acts I cannot do in my chest,
hold a bitter stinking love in my groin.
[...]
They want to distill me,
take the queer sky out of my body.
[...]
Please let me live
and rage in the realm of wonderment
—from "A History of Geography"
I will return to your memory
and the hundreds of others.
I will stand in pink fog.
Cats will breathe silent over me.
Talismans will hang from my chest.
Shiny prophecies will pierce my nipples.
—from "Chinese New Year" by Justin Chin
and the hundreds of others.
I will stand in pink fog.
Cats will breathe silent over me.
Talismans will hang from my chest.
Shiny prophecies will pierce my nipples.
—from "Chinese New Year" by Justin Chin
I will be a haunting
that speaks across waters, borders
and peacetime.
Did I ever think I would make it this far?
Did I make it anywhere at all?
—from "Chinese New Year" by Justin Chin
that speaks across waters, borders
and peacetime.
Did I ever think I would make it this far?
Did I make it anywhere at all?
—from "Chinese New Year" by Justin Chin
let’s [...]
be together, make love, sweat
into each other’s body because
it is Chinese New Year [...]
and I am looking
for the reddest red, the sweetest meats,
the loudest firecrackers and the hardest
plum blossoms to help me make
another year.
—Justin Chin
be together, make love, sweat
into each other’s body because
it is Chinese New Year [...]
and I am looking
for the reddest red, the sweetest meats,
the loudest firecrackers and the hardest
plum blossoms to help me make
another year.
—Justin Chin
Now when I walk down the street
and you see me smiling
it’s because I’m imagining
your tongue nestled in my buttcheeks
flicking away like a lizard
—from "Lick My Butt" by Justin Chin
and you see me smiling
it’s because I’m imagining
your tongue nestled in my buttcheeks
flicking away like a lizard
—from "Lick My Butt" by Justin Chin
