They are lost, but also not lost but somewhere in the world. Most of them are small, though two are larger, one a coat and one a dog. Of the small things, one is a certain ring, one a certain button. They are lost from me and where I am, but they are also not gone. They are somewhere else, and they are there to someone else, it may be. But if not there to someone else, the ring is, still, not lost to itself, but there, only not where I am, and the button, too, there, still, only not where I am.
-- Lydia Davis
Lydia Davis is the featured speaker at the New School's poetry forum at 6:30 PM today. She will read for thirty minutes then take questions for thirty minutes. 66 West 12th Street, room 510.