I tend to call at night
On "I tend to call at night" by Winshen Liu
by Matt Mitchell
When I begin reading through the slush pile of a submission queue, I’m never looking for anything beyond a piece that makes me remember what a joy poetry can be, and what types of new language the poet can create within the binaries of their own curiosities. From the moment I read Winshen Liu’s “I tend to call at night,” I wanted every other person in existence to read it. What a gift her poem is, especially for how it unspools the beauty of language into a fit of distance and dares its reader to reckon with their own relationships.