When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities

by Chen Chen

God is not a good listener.

It keeps your rage room temperature.

The rain falls on & off in the western city.

the signs, the cries, the breadcrumbs & the blood. the toenails & armpit hair of our trying & failing to speak our specks of here to the everywhere.

For he is an atheist but makes room for the unseen, unsayable.

want to eat the fog only to discover it’s some giant’s lost silver blanket. I want to find the giant & return to him his treasure.

I thirst for the starlight that opens elephant skin. I thirst for the raven conjugated into riven by summer storm. My job is to trick adults into knowing they have hearts.

My job is to trick myself into believing there are new ways to find impossible honey.