Timothy Liu

Just a bend in the road
dusted with snow, 

hiding the treachery 

underneath. Can you
handle the curves, 

gauge the physics 

of what’s before you?—
slowing down  

enough to feel 

the danger, the edge
of a shiny penny  

stuck in steel-belted 

treads—head of Lincoln
a useless test 

 for worn-out grooves.