Hannah Sanghee Park • Bang

Just what they said about the river:
rift and ever.

And nothing was left for the ether
there either.

And if anything below could mature:
A matter of nature.

It may have been holy as scripture
as scribes capture

meaning all that was there and only
(one and lonely)

is all that is left, and wholly
whose folly.

The sky bleached to cleanly
clear, evenly

to have left the world,
to what is left of it—

Could you have anything left to covet?
Covertly met: coverlet. Clover, bet. Come over et –

Hannah Sanghee Park is currently a Fulbright scholar in Korea on a creative writing research grant. Other poems can be found in LVNG, Sou’wester, Kenyon Review Online, TriQuarterly Online, and elsewhere.