Where Is Lost. Poem by Artchil Daug

Where Is Lost.



Lost is where
they found the dead squirrel
up the attic below
the family boxes and photo albums
with its blood dripping
over the window sill
of time slices
kept in the luggage
a pound of smoke
held inside a woman's purse
inside a taxi
in the midst of a world contained
in the stale air
of unmoving sound.

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