rush, rush
michael chang
Calling all
armchair/Monday morning quarterbacks
Backseat drivers
Couch potatoes
Warriors/lovers of the weekend
Why are y’all reviled?
I want someone beautiful & terrifying,
self-destructive tendencies but no cavities
Unchallenged, nay, unmolested by the law,
kind enough to offer his fleece,
fix me dinner, join the protest
Really into manual labor,
manicured hands/feet from a magazine
Superb ass, adored by shorts,
slippery tongue breaking curfew
I want someone indulging my skin,
wondering why haven’t I tasted this before?
Don’t let me get side-tracked y’all
This is a poem abt blowjobs
Michael Chang (they/them) is the proud recipient of fellowships from Lambda Literary, Lighthouse Writers Workshop, Brooklyn Poets, & the Martha's Vineyard Institute of Creative Writing. Their writing has been published or is forthcoming in the Cincinnati Review, Summerset Review, Vassar Review, Minnesota Review, Santa Clara Review, Ninth Letter, Hobart, Poet Lore, The Nervous Breakdown, & many others. Their collection <golden fleece> was a finalist for the Iowa Review Award in Poetry.