Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, names, and where it was you meant to travel. (3.7-9)
Here, loss is re-defined not only as the loss of objects or even time, but of memory itself.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. (4.10-11)
These curious statements lead us to wonder what significance these objects, which are no longer random, but rather very specific, have for the poet.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. (5.15)
We’re not sure how the poet lost these places; if she misses them, does that mean she still remembers them? Why might they be inaccessible to her?