Winter 2014 • Vol. XXXVI No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 2014 |

The Gift

When his hands were on the wet clay turning on the wheel, I did not ask what he was shaping, whether it was for flowers or wine. It was only after he took his hands off and fired what he'd made in the kiln that I knew what I was without him.

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Timothy Liu’s next book, Luminous Debris: New & Selected Legerdemain (1992-2017), will be out next year. He lives in Manhattan and Woodstock, NY. www.timothyliu.net

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