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One Art by Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continen

Something so benign for me construed as cruelty Such a difference between who I am and who you see Conclusions you come to of me routinely incorrect I don't know who you're talking to with such fucking disrespect This shit's making me crazy The way you nullify what's in my head You say one thing do another And argue that's not what you did Your way's making me mental How you filter as skewed interpret I swear you won't be happy til I am bound in a straight jacket Talking with you's like talking to a sive that can't hear me You fight me tooth and nail to disavow what's happening Your resistance to a mirror I feel scream

Something so benign for me construed as cruelty Such a difference between who I am and who you see Conclusions you come to of me routinely incorrect I don't know who you're talking to with such fucking disrespect This shit's making me crazy The way you nullify what's in my head You say one thing do another And argue that's not what you did Your way's making me mental How you filter as skewed interpret I swear you won't be happy til I am bound in a straight jacket Talking with you's like talking to a sive that can't hear me You fight me tooth and nail to disavow what's happening Your resistance to a mirror I feel scream