Timothy Liu Poems

Blind Date
Scrabble tiles spilled
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whistles past hacked-down fields of corn,
heading towards a boy who whittles
an effigy of himself. We go on sleeping
through sirens and crimson strobes
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fire in that square floodlit by crimson

gels left onstage a floating red silk
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The Honeymoon
My body is not
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Hard to imagine getting
anywhere near another semi-
nude encounter down this concrete
slab of interstate, the two of us
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She took the spareribs out of the oven
and set them steaming on a plate
before leaving her apartment.
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Intermittent wet under
cloud cover, dry
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Occupied
when he unzipped
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Spring Is Here
With cherry blossoms
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During One of Mahler's Endless Adagios
The crinkled crackling
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