[Voice Mail—died on June 24, 2009,]

Victoria Chang
Voice Mail—died on June 24, 2009,
the voice mail from my father said
Transcription Beta (low confidence),
Hello hi um I may be able to find
somebody to reduce the size of the
car OK I love you. The Transcription
Beta had low self-esteem. It wandered
into the river squinting and came back
blind. The Transcription Beta could not
transcribe dementia. My father really
said, I'll fold the juice, not I love you.
Is language the broom or what's being
swept? When I first read I love you,
some hand spun a fine thread around
my lungs and tightened. Because my
father had never said that to me before.
In the seconds before realization of the
error, I didn't feel love, but panic. We
read to inherit the words, but something
is always between us and the words.
Until death, when comprehension and
disappearance happen simultaneously.

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Margaret Malloy

Victoria Chang’s books include OBIT, Barbie Chang, The Boss, Salvinia Molesta, and Circle. Her children’s picture book, Is Mommy?, was illustrated by Marla Frazee and published by Beach Lane Books/Simon & Schuster. It was named a New York Times Notable Book. Her middle grade novel, Love Love will be published by Sterling Publishing in 2020. She has received a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Sustainable Arts Foundation Award, the Poetry Society of America’s Alice Fay Di Castagnola Award, a Pushcart Prize, and a MacDowell Colony Fellowship. She lives in Los Angeles and is the program chair of Antioch’s Low-Residency MFA Program.

Port Townsend, Washington

After her mother died, poet Victoria Chang refused to write elegies. Rather, she distilled her grief during a feverish two weeks by writing scores of poetic obituaries for all she lost in the world. In Obit, Chang writes of “the way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.” These poems reinvent the form of newspaper obituary to both name what has died (“civility,” “language,” “the future,” “Mother’s blue dress”) and the cultural impact of death on the living. Whereas elegy attempts to immortalize the dead, an obituary expresses loss, and the love for the dead becomes a conduit for self-expression. In this unflinching and lyrical book, Chang meets her grief and creates a powerful testament for the living.

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