Love Poem

By Timothy Liu

The Lindt Easter bunny

you said was "solid" 
chocolate turned out

to be hollow—its head

caved in when I peeled
back the gold foil

which was probably

better left wrapped,
every language having

its own version of “beer

goggles.” Sometimes
I like your mouth best

when there’s nothing in it,

just two rows of teeth
surrounding a tongue

stunned into silence.