The Things I’ve Lost Along the Way
- The key to the GW International Services Office bathroom
- 13 roommates
- A miniature glass bottle full of 14k gold dust on a chain
- An iPod
- My belief in God
- My disbelief in God
- The brown diary I wrote in when I was at the rock-bottomest year of my life (it stayed on an airplane when I did not)
- My friend Autumn who was killed by her husband
- Proximity to the beach
- The ability to do a cartwheel or handstand
- Papa Newell, the kindest and wisest man I know
- The Dell laptop some kids stole from my apartment in South Sacramento
- Three childhood homes on Coronado island
- My pirouette
- A tendency toward sadness and fear
- My USB key with all my poetry & Fiona Apple on it
- My aversion to unhealthy food
- My vulnerability to manipulative people
- Cell phone signal
- My black leather Rainbows
- All the diplomas I was ever awarded
- My physical ability to drink coffee like water
- Time spent at parties I didn’t want to attend, at redundant coffee dates, on unnecessary phone calls
- My neck
- $700 of dad’s money during a careless month on an AT&T Family Plan
- My understanding of math
- The fuses for this apartment’s fuse box
- That rouge courderoy jacket I bought in Brea and loved so much
- French literacy
- 10 pounds since the days of college cafeteria grazing
- My not-backed-up desktop diary called Life Goes On
- My passport
- Creative discipline
- My precocious ability to memorize every phone number I needed
- A tennis game or 300
- A willingness to imagine my life without you
I like this entry. It reminds me of the Elizabeth Bishop villanelle, but better.
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ReplyDeleteI love that villanelle, and think it's what inspired the list when I wrote it a few years back! AND my roommate, Catherine just read it to me randomly this week. EB is in the air...
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