SELF-PORTRAIT AS SURGICAL MASK ON REARVIEW MIRROR

Timothy Liu

The last person
to put me on

is dead. Come

closer. You can
still smell his

breath on me.

I promised to
protect him

even when his

family refused
to get jabbed,

got their panties

all in a twist
over some

misinformation

going around
at the time—

you really can’t

be too careful
these days

when they say

hindsight is
twenty twenty

though I do

look pretty good
slung over

where a pair

of hot pink
fuzzy dice

used to hang—