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i can’t be trusted / around my own blood / say garden / say grotesquerie / say yes / laboratory / lobotomy baby / before i was a body pillow / i was a god / grieving the summers i spent / in the hot mouths of men / brilliant flashes of teeth / before nothing / skirt hiked up higher / and higher in every parallel universe / say / wind-up girl / why must you rewire your scent / to suit their tastes / tinfoil / tuna / tantalizing / bones blown into chandeliers / see my other selves / trapped in some mad scientist’s electromagnetic field / of flowers / o avant-pop princess / o oracle / artificial bride / anna may / she-machine / recalibrating the speed / of your body’s rot /  i can’t be trusted / not to crack open my own circuitry / to mark the skin / with another woman’s bite / to cry / only when there’s a man in the room / to watch me / sucking in my cyborg stomach / on the empty stage / metal scraping metal scraping skin / tectonic touch / my eyes / any color you want / orbiting yours / eyes that orphan mine / my body hacked up / into parts / say pearl / say grain of rice / i’m aching all that’s left / of my half-lidded lifetime / let’s touch / base / no flesh / but steel dyed the shade / of spider lilies / lurching all of me onto the train / returning home /  o dark unforgiven imagination



Stephanie Chang (she/they) is an undergraduate student at Kenyon College, where she received the $60,000 S. Georgia Nugent Award in Creative Writing. Her work appears or is forthcoming in The Rumpus, Adroit Journal, Offing, Penn Review, Waxwing, and Asian American Writers’ Workshop. She is the Editor-in-Chief of the OROTONE Journal.
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9 Feb 2026

“I’ve never actually visited the pā before,” she said out loud. “Is this where they gather lāʻī to make the pūʻolo?” she asked. “Yes,” Benny responded, glancing to see where Nanea was pointing. “Here and in other places as well. Many of these ti have been growing for decades now.” She paused for a moment. “I think about all the work you guys do, you know, up in those offices, and I think that all of that work actually starts from right here, in the ground, all covered in the earth and the pōhaku and the ti. Most people don’t even know it, but it all starts right here.
sometime in the night, we heard rocking and knocking and rapping and tapping, a million trillion tiny feet
The triangles bred and twisted, replicating themselves.
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