Non-linear Loss
I lost my reading glasses
yet again, perhaps at Target,
or upon the sidewalk between
here and there. You should have
seen me Thursday attending an
art-related poetry reading. I could
name names, but for now I won’t,
except to say the three readers and
the artist all had some significance
to me, a couple more than others,
because I happen to know them
and they, if pressed, would surely
know me? Oh, it’s been years. But,
oddly counter to my history, I felt
less awkward there, more at home
than I had felt, perhaps, in years.
