Do squirrels remember where they bury their nuts?
       

I lost any houseplant I ever loved.
I lost a hamburger right off its bun.
I lost my favorite winter hat at AWP and some other
poet is keeping her ears warm under it now.
I lost the lost city of Atlantis.
That was me, guys. Sorry.
I lost a footrace when my flip-flop broke.
I lost a chili cook-off; I didn't enter,
but it was mine to lose.
Ask anyone. Literally, anyone.
I lost the glamour of every moment
of every dance performance I ever watched
as soon as each moment passed.
I lost more than my senses;
I lost my nerve.
I lost one half of so many sets
of gloves on the sidewalk.
Sad pair-less pairs, like flung hubcaps set up
on the curb, as if anyone might return for them.

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