February 14, 2017


by Chen Chen

we were caught           we were let go
we were happening even further to each other
we had no standards for our crimes     we had no crimes
we were sleepily trying to promise     a meter   we were
the amber     by accident     by freight   we were
the staircase     the footfall       don’t call
won’t you stall     eat the receipt     & slowly
we must have some standards   you & i
the slowness     we were wrecked by
& taught         we were caught     we sleepily   by fate
we greedily   by feet     we innocently were
we lured     & snowed     we had to sew
we weren’t having     we happened very fast
we signed   we broke the cast   our sleep tried     to feet



Chen Chen is the author of When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities, winner of the A. Poulin, Jr. Poetry Prize and forthcoming spring 2017 from BOA Editions, Ltd. His work has appeared in two chapbooks and in publications such as Poetry, Indiana Review, Dusie, Phantom, and Best of the Net. A Kundiman and Lambda Literary fellow, Chen is currently pursuing a PhD in English and Creative Writing at Texas Tech University. For more, visit him at chenchenwrites.com.

Photo Credit: Diya Chaudhuri