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Best Poems Written by Xin Liu

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I Learn the Language of Stars

you sing from memory
whispering secrets to the thousand islands at my feet
and row to the shipwrecked shores of Ithaca

i hear rustling of dry wind
smell the damp sun-kissed cattails after last night's storm
and see the land my ancestors slaved over
barren and fruitless as my womb

i call to ghosts
where are you?



you claim to know winter
so you climb Mount Olympus in February and learn to hate frostbites
and when stars dance you sympathize their songs

but really now
what are they saying?



seasons change with the moon
and i slowly caress your silhouette with clumsy fingers 
suckling the yellow from aging honeysuckles

i wash the nostalgic Aegean Sea
spilling blue over a drowning sunset and painting beautiful Asteria
with bold breathless hands anxious to touch
but the water is cold

and i shiver
stay a little longer

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You'Re Not Worth Crying Over After 3 Am

god, tell me how we got
this far



the other side of i-love-you
flipped over, faced down photograph of spring
before pink bled into red?
I hugged cherry trees and dug fingernails
into thick bark, your sweater
rain-soaked wool



I gave you august
but the heatwave killed your mockingbird
scattered my songs and in the silence
the facet dripped

by a sink, my hair on your lips
thin split ends



leaves fell along the eastern front
while the west wept dandelions?
they clung to your windscreen wiper
swish, swoosh



under dead snow
five feet deep, scared to melt past 3 am?
after another hurried kiss
you burned the ten dollar yard-sale bible

two pages, close enough
for blasphemy

and the muttered nonsense of
it's going to be okay

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Because She's In Love With the Sun

the moon
stalks from the balcony without saying goodbye
slapping marble railings with rough hands
but by Monday evening
her tongue is already slurping sunlight from silhouettes
and she's two-timing the stars, leaving her kisses on yellow benches
above O' Man's Hills where she
catches glimpses of blue with pale eyes
and sometimes as she lies naked on old Manhattan dreams
her feet ache for the familiar pavements, sun-kissed
drinking Sunny-D and burping wisps of clouds
she rolls from her hammock and staggers into the Pacific
after burning her white dress in a bonfire
and now she's waiting at the outskirts of nowhere
drunk and nostalgic
screaming at sunrise, you cowardly fool!