stop complain
in arkansas I the only chinese in whole school
except one girl she call esther chew esther
chew dont speak even chinese

*

in china chicken that look like donald trump
i will send you link
actually may be pheasant not chicken
in china no word between pheasant and chicken

*

your uncle illegal and have miss demeanor
he drive to fast he drink to much
pls stay away from him and microwaves
give you radiation and may die

*

meimei I see on the news everyday
minorities everywhere are more harassment
everywhere attached
sorry attacked,not attached

*

hello meimei I have the dream
last night all the family ghost
went to see movie and laugh
at all the death scene

*

!! some girls in china are becoming ghost
pls check,go to local war exhibit
if it feel like it belong in your body you
maybe ghost

*

you know how america zoo have baby panda
did you know all baby panda are china property
all panda baby turn 4 must go home
Pls call me.

texts from my mother, post-election

you may be the last of all creatures
to enter this kingdom

but my shape is prehistoric, my shape
lacks all creation, I am a church

to no god &amp; you are a slaughterhouse
&amp; I will stun you &amp; hang you feet-up

I will pinch out your mouth
like a candle-flame while mine

wicks the horizon, wipes
every body off its bones. I am

waist-deep in ghosts, take a
headcount. Call me a creature to bridle

or bury. Tell me to knock
a door into my mother&rsquo;s body

&amp; crawl back in, to kiss you
a crater the size of my birth

country, but don&rsquo;t ever
mistake absence for loss

I am not lost. My name
in your mouth is still

mine. Say stolen &amp; the land
looses like a molar &amp; grinds

you into its shape, say stolen &amp; your
body collapses like a dying star, mass

cannibalizing its own gravity, have you
ever seen your own mouth&rsquo;s mass

grave? Morning is when
I rip my shadow a birth-hole

for the sun to blur through, this
morning my shadow abstained

from flesh, walked away still
clipped into my skin, bought a

business-casual wardrobe, dressed
out of my mother&rsquo;s accent &amp; now

you mistake her for me, grease
-flicker between your teeth &amp; her

shadow-body clung to your tongue
like an oil spill, I want to feed you

every disaster is man-made, according
to the movies. I thank Hollywood for movies

made with a mask of my face, movies
where I click my lips, keep the beat of

bullets tunneling light through
my father&rsquo;s lungs, girls onscreen

pray for eyes so blue
they can sea every man &amp;

drown him, are you so afraid of my eyes
because they are lightless, slits

that steal every dark for themselves,
that condense all light into knives?

I reverse-engineered your body
&amp; found nothing but a burnt

-down fuse. Don&rsquo;t pretend
you didn&rsquo;t build this country&rsquo;s

bombs the way you built
yourself in your mother&rsquo;s

body. In my mother&rsquo;s country,
all guavas grow grenade pins

&amp; all women learn that bleeding
is honest work. I have always known

the fact of you, a violence. The whole
of your skin, a geology of ghosts. Tell me

to go back to where I come from
&amp; I will show you my mouth, its feast

of ashes. I will show you a wound
is only as deep as its entry:

you, the last creature to enter
this kingdom, come to steal

the site of your own slaughter.

To the white man on a street corner in NYC who yelled at me to “Go back where you came from” and “Stop stealing our country” as I was walking home from a Trump protest:

Kristin Chang

The Day After the Election I Did Not Go Outside

texts from my mother, post-election

To the white man on a street corner in NYC who yelled at me to “Go back where you came from” and “Stop stealing our country” as I was walking home from a Trump protest: