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Jennifer Chang’s poems appear or are forthcoming in New England Review, Pleiades, Indiana Review, Virginia Quarterly Review, and Asian American Poetry: The Next Generation. She is the winner of the 2004 Campbell Corner Poetry Prize and teaches in Rutgers University’s Creative Writing Program.
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End Note
Jennifer Chang
Before words, there was the language of the mark. We moved a stick along the dirt and drew a line to the end. Our wild flickers ink-streaked a page, symbols like the stars’ orphaned radiance giving more light than reason. He holds out a hand: what do you see? Skin of absolution, there is nothing. I wrote S before I learned the letter; and when he warned Be silent as the “e” in house, I woke our father. He had outgrown me with his name. More wisp than dart, the sun rarely finds us in the forest: he holds the fruit—I see a breath vanishing—he knows the spell: I live for a word, wordlessly.
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