TIMOTHY
LIU
GIVE ME BACK MY MAN
Attention fashionistas! Your accouterments are
neither de rigeur
nor echt, caught
up as we were in the cul-de-sac of a prozac dream
where late Romantic twilight looked spritzed and
buffed—nipples
glazed with wanton kiss as they piled on the schmooze. Such flam-
boyant effrontery got off on snowboarding hotties heading towards
the slopes. Was the road to Olympic gold enough for us or was it
merely infinite tape delay?—our sex lives yet committed to a ten-
episode season. He said I'll get back to you when I get back, okay?
NO VACANCY
Had to go walkabout in the snow—a flat
the cause of his good luck as prelude to
illicit touch—a motel key left dangling
in the lock. Nothing but cool distances
would keep him coming back, branches
along that burnt-out road sleeved in ice—
nakedness glimpsed through winter glass
fogged-up by a truant schoolboy's breath.