• Poetry

    On Losing Stuff. And Loss.
    And Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art.”

    How much time might you have spent in the past, oh, month, looking for items you misplaced? The keys, the glasses, the purse, the shirt, the notes, the credit card you removed from the wallet to make a purchase, online or in the store, suddenly gone. (Lucky for you if the checker or bagger chased you out to the parking lot, smiling, bless their heart, your card held aloft in their hands in the kindest possible reproach.) With your misplacements at home, you begin flipping over the dish towels, the junk mail, the pillows and post-its and papers and gadgets. Minutes…