Pantoum: given a key, you lose it 
— shifting attention but staying in touch.   
 
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,  
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks   
 
[...there is a far outside [...] only it’s already here [what we breathe] below,  which is  
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]   
 
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of  
                        a “mottled taxonomy,”   
 
Complaints and sworn declarations,  
I forget meeting you.