Teeth


I was too famous to remember
anyone’s name. That was when
I was beautiful. But the body
preserves nothing, and these
are not my freckles. My face
is only my face when someone
else claims it. I think I am smiling
in too many photographs. They
are in other people’s homes. 


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Steven Chung attends high school in the San Francisco Bay Area. More of his poetry can be found or is forthcoming in The Margins: Asian American Writers' Workshop, Glass, Potomac Review, After the Pause, and elsewhere.