PostKu
the morning after all those poems berryman’s bridge
bitter flint and the name of the star is wormwood
there now there forever blackbirds
dusk blossoms the eight bodies of luke the evangelist
drowning child in your hand is a starfish is a compass
white blossom
the deer reincarnated
as a deer
sea mist following the curl of the dying rose
ghost blossom tea the aftertaste is dusk
dawn breaking a backbone unfolds to dust
underbelly a sun thick with jaundice
shattering earth a bone grows downwind
to a god unbecoming thinness of moon