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Ching-In Chen is the author of The Heart's Traffic (Arktoi/Red Hen Press, 2009). A Callaloo, Kundiman, and Lambda Fellow, they have been awarded residencies and fellowships from the Fine Arts Work Center, the Millay Colony for the Arts, the Norman Mailer Center, the Vermont Studio Center, and the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, among others. They are currently completing their PhD at the University of Wisconsin–Milwaukee.

Simulacra

Ching-In Chen

It's not that the rains have rolled back
up to the ceiling. It's not that the frost has stopped 
flirting with the dunegrass. My mother's eyes
are glass: she writes me what she sees there.  

Duck waddling highway, sideways
raccoon pus, mutant
sunflower with a yen for fertilizer.

She has no time for wordshit.  
Her older sister tells me my mother
doesn't understand much of poetry. Why
am I resistant?
	
The camera's already been here.

Copyright © 2010 by Ching-In Chen. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2010 by Ching-In Chen. Used with permission of the author.

Ching-In Chen

Ching-In Chen is the author of The Heart's Traffic (Arktoi/Red Hen Press, 2009).

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after Mendi Obadike

When I was a white girl, I had no mother.

I drank whiskey, lived in a house with no walls.

Girls visited and marveled at my room to breathe.
When it was sunny, they let down their hair, drank fresh orange juice.

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