Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Timothy Liu


Hair so damn good it eclipsed
her face. Nor could the pigs

keep up. It soon became clear

nakedness had little to do
with wherever they were going—


It’s true you did not expect to see your neighbor
shitting into the flowerpot where you had kept

the spare key for your lover, but there you were

looking out onto the fire escape just before dawn
when you knew you should have stayed in bed—

Timothy Liu’s latest book of poems is Don’t Go Back To Sleep. New work appears in American Poetry Review and The Awl. He lives in Manhattan with his husband.

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