Green Fields

Victoria Chang

I was supposed to
return to the fields daily.
I haven’t been there
since birth. On some nights, I smell
smoke that I think is
the field, but when I follow
it, there is just a
clothesline with half my life clipped
on it, drying in the sun.


Victoria Chang

Youth stretches over
everything, can be used once.
Then we turn it inside out.


Victoria Chang

Sometimes the language
we have is inadequate.
On rainy days, people leave
yellow boots on the
porch. The egret takes off its
yellow feet and steals the boots.


Victoria Chang

From the Ferris wheel,
we can see all the lovers.
We are seduced while turning.

Victoria Chang headshot Credit: Margaret Molloy


Victoria Chang’s poetry books include OBIT, Barbie Chang, The Boss, Salvinia Molesta, and Circle. Her children’s books include Is Mommy?, illustrated by Marla Frazee, and Love, Love, a middle grade novel. She lives in Los Angeles.