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By Robin Beth Schaer
September 27, 2005
We sleep on stilts, above the floor,
as if the air in between could change
where we began, or a cheek against
the ground might carry us underneath.
Robin Beth Schaer works at the Academy of American Poets and has taught writing at Columbia University and Cooper Union. Her poems have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and have appeared in Rattapallax, Small Spiral Notebook, Denver Quarterly, and are forthcoming in Spinning Jenny.
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