what it is is yet to be determined.
my mind.
perhaps.
my memory.
my ability to run five
miles.
my strength
in lifting small dogs over
my head
or the sunday new york times.
i'm losing things.
my keys.
my wallet.
my friends.
what day of the week is this?
i'm wandering the streets
of new york wondering
where everyone
is.
i'm in central park
looking up into the impossibly
blue sky
and thinking, okay.
start here.
begin once more to live
again.
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