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Victoria Chang received degrees from the University of Michigan, Harvard University, and Stanford University, as well as an MFA from Warren Wilson College.

She is the author of Barbie Chang (Copper Canyon Press, 2017); The Boss (McSweeney’s, 2013), winner of a PEN Center USA Literary Award and a California Book Award; Salvinia Molesta (University of Georgia Press, 2008); and Circle (Southern Illinois University Press, 2005).

Of her work, Ilya Kaminsky writes, “To say simply that Chang takes the Modernist’s music and makes it new again, makes it alive, is to say only half-truth, for she truly re-inhabits it, re-kindles the flame. This radically new music is political, yes, but it is also ecstatic.”

Chang, who received a 2017 Guggenheim Fellowship, serves as a contributing editor of Copper Nickel and a poetry editor of Tupelo Quarterly. She teaches at Chapman University and lives in Southern California.


Bibliography
Barbie Chang (Copper Canyon Press, 2017)
The Boss (McSweeney’s, 2013)
Salvinia Molesta (University of Georgia Press, 2008)
Circle (Southern Illinois University Press, 2005)

Barbie Chang Loves Evites

Barbie Chang loves Evites Paperless
     Party Posts that host her
 
ego patch her holes she puts barrettes
     on her heart so other
 
people will see her will hear her her
     heart is made of hay is
 
disturbingly small held in it cage she
     is never late when invited
 
always ready for mimesis ready to put
     on her costume to
 
drink mimosas her heart smells like
     moth balls jumps at
 
every broth bell her heart growls more
     each day she trims it with
 
a number two it’s messy work missing
     her aorta by a little bit
 
her heart is always sort of bleeding she is
     always waiting for
 
invitations once she heard the Circle
     planning a birthday party
 
for a daughter she stationed herself
     sipped water for days
 
waiting for the Evite leaving her Kindle
     on as a nightlight it
 
glowed a blue garden on the ceiling she
     let her guard down it
 
never made a ringing sound when you
     brush a child’s hair the
 
mother can also feel the pain she heard
     the ice skating party
 
was a hit little girls going in figure
     eights their breath
 
coming out in clouds shaped like
     little white hearts
 

From Barbie Chang (Copper Canyon Press, 2017). Copyright © 2017 by Victoria Chang. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, Inc., on behalf of Copper Canyon Press, www.coppercanyonpress.org.

From Barbie Chang (Copper Canyon Press, 2017). Copyright © 2017 by Victoria Chang. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, Inc., on behalf of Copper Canyon Press, www.coppercanyonpress.org.

Victoria Chang

Victoria Chang

Victoria Chang is the author of Barbie Chang (Copper Canyon Press, 2017). She lives in Southern California.

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Then we are in the back seat of a car kissing
           not the light kind but one where our
    hands are on each other’s cheeks holding
                 each other’s heads as if they will fall

off why does so much love come at the beginning
           then disappear then once again at

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Someone will        love you     many will      love

you         many will brother you   some of these

loves will        bother you   some   will      leave you

one might        haunt   you      hunt you in your

sleep        make you       weep the tearless kind of

weep the        

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The Blue Dress—died on August 6,
2015, along with the little blue flowers, 
all silent. Once the petals looked up.  
Now small pieces of dust. I wonder 
whether they burned the dress or just 
the body? I wonder who lifted her up 
into the fire? I wonder if her hair 
brushed his cheek before it grew into a
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