from Begetting Stadia

The roof fell in
media res.

We fled
into the trees.

But that part of
roof that was ceiling

that was glass,
we carry with us

here, he said,
touching his head

to his heart.
The roof fell in

in place and we
fled here

and here,
carrying our heads

in our hands,
holding our hands

to the light,
to that part of light

that was glass
and fell in

absentia.

Copyright © 2006 Ben Lerner All rights reserved
from Angle of Yaw
Copper Canyon Press
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