the sun the rosy dumpling
puffing on the windowsill
or have i been watching an actual dumpling
gargling some of its sweet broth
i’ve surrendered one eye to the poet
there is a woman that makes
distance a mystery to me
one moment a fish is delivering
the moon in its jaws
its imprisoned eye is weeping
in the next moment they are
dabbing it dry to feed me
the pulp of its cheek
meat splashes over my chin
i am nothing more than a great bib
to map the years
the years have fed a great dough
down my throat
i am waiting for the nurse to come
feed me this bit of sun
if it be one bite or the eternal
bright bone to gnaw
-dedicated to Professor John C. Hawley
About the AuthorKiik A.K. is a graduate of the University of California, Berkeley and Santa Clara University. He earned an MA from UC Davis where his poetics thesis was titled “THE JOY OF HUMAN SACRIFICE.” He is a current graduate student of creative writing at UC San Diego. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in iO, Scythe, Washington Square, Barge Press, The Brooklyner and CutBank.
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