the palindrome of time
- matthew shenoda
I kiss the back of your neck
Love Poem: Hafez
Timothy Liu

Way in the back
of that used

bookstore, I found

a paperback
whose covers

had come loose

from its spine—
the glue cracked

underneath—

held together
by a green

rubber band

that crumbled
to dust when I tried

to open it—
The Lovers
Timothy Liu

I was always afraid
of the next card

the psychic would turn
over for us—
                              Forgive me
for not knowing
how we were

every card in the deck.
If I can’t
touch or kiss your
          face again, then I

                    really want it to be

          winter all the time—
my mind a machine
          no one around here

                    knows how to fix.

Timothy Liu
I always

                                                                         hear echoes and reverses

when I am listening to language. It’s

                                              the field of my consciousness.

Charles Bernstein
 I think with the poem not thr-

                                     ou-

      g-

h

                                                  it.

Charles Bernstein
I saw time but it didn’t return my gaze.
Charles Bernstein
I left my purpose in my other pants.
Charles Bernstein
I believe in my disbelief, have faith in my reason.
Charles Bernstein
   The taste of madeleine ain’t

             what it used to be.

I want to be understood,

                      just not by you.

Charles Bernstein
To unthink my mind as broken
Geffrey Davis
Some — the luckiest — 
          arrived at, then clung to, that point in love where
to be understood entirely stops being the main thing,
or a thing at all, even.

Carl Phillips
When I think of desire,
it is in the same way that I do

God: as parable, any steep
and blue water, things that are always   
there, they only wait

to be sounded.

Carl Phillips