Poem Therapy at 1:49 P.M. - Hard Evidence by Timothy Liu

Hard Evidence
Timothy Liu

A room walled-in by books where the hours withdraw.

At the foot of an unmade bed a bird of paradise.

Motel carpet melted where an iron had been.

His attention anchored to a late night glory hole.

Of janitorial carts no heaviness like theirs.

Desire seen cavorting with the yes inside the no.

A soul kiss swimming solo in an open wound.

The self as church where the whores now gather in.


It is a fact that I must be shown evidence of something I do not want to see, at the very least, three times. It is also a fact that three strikes means you are out. The third strike came in last night an hour before midnight.

Sti-Rke! You're Out!

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