Chen-ou Liu Poems

loneliness
runs through my body
like the thread
through Mother's needle -
...

one month dead
"I'm not home right now..."
the message still speaks
to her empty room
...

I live alone
locked in the ghostly past...
the face in the mirror
as foreign to me
...

one year
after she has gone...
this double bed
still smells of her
...

winter rain
streaming down the windows
of a night train...
next to me the man in a suit
...