Liy Yusof

by Liy Yusof. "There was a song you used to sing; but it hums only / for itself now."

At 23, I wrote a romantic poem about back pain.

by Liy. "one: pot of gold, poisoned apple, beanstalk. an unread message."

by Liy. "Understand that your horizon groans heavy / with the burden of absorbing human grief"