Tracking a package can be so easy,
going backward from any point to
the source. Other times, my watch
falls off my wrist and I don’t notice
until I reach for it and it’s gone.
You are like an old cotton sweater –
your bones clasped together by ligaments
slowly losing shape and deteriorating.
The twin Mars rovers, Spirit and Opportunity,
were abandoned on the red planet.
There was never any intention of bringing them back.
The watch was an expensive thing to lose.
The clasp on my necklace keeps giving way,
which is a kind of certainty I’m waiting to lose as well.
I’m waiting to find myself
huddled in the empty bathtub. Some days I wonder
if I ever had a watch in the first place.
I cried through your speech about money
and mortgages. I didn’t want to know
that you could add up so many things
and have them equal less than nothing.