(Think to your knees)

Kristen Orser
Think to your knees, to the 

edge, where there is a body
undone of a body and hemmed inó

the idea  rattles on.


I want to sleep, but I'd drop 
the book and fall
from the body, the idea 

of the body.  What I saw
is not what I see 


anymore.  There's this 
clearing at the end 
of the street, where

I think the nymphs turned to oak.


Are you going to deny the shape of my hand in an acorn?