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         Lisa Zaran 
            
          
        Lisa Zaran says of herself: 
        "I am a poet and essayist 
          living in Arizona.  I have authored five collections, my first of which 
          (The Sometimes Girl) is currently the focus of a translation course 
          in Germany.  
          Current individual poems can either be found 
          or are forthcoming in 'A Little Poetry', 'Mastodon Dentist', 'The Dante 
          Review', 'Poets Collective Magazine', 'Chantarelle's Notebook' among 
          others." 
         
        
          
              |   "The 
                  Losses We've Acquired" 
                We 
                  live each morning in a new way, learning 
                  to compensate for the things we do not have. 
                  Demanding, not for perfection to come out of our 
                  clearest desires, but an opportunity we can 
                  recognize. Suspicious of so much, we offer 
                  a few coins to the beggar; yet fail to meet 
                  his eye. 
                 
                  Heading out to do the things we need to do, 
                  the liquid sun swimming between sky scrapers, 
                  the pale trees along Central Avenue, half naked, 
                  half in leaf, the coffee shops eagerly poised 
                  on every street corner, the consumers in their 
                  business suits, and me in mine, more aptly 
                  described as a monkey suit. 
                 
                  A moment gives rise. Another moment fails 
                  miserably and commits suicide. How many 
                  places are there for the things that are lost? 
                  How many cities or underground warehouses 
                  where innocence is stored? Could it be 
                  that my youth, my happiness, my freedom 
                  is locked up in a storeroom somewhere? 
                We 
                  charter each hour, one minute at a time, 
                  this is what is required, this is what we must do, 
                  our minds on our boss's needs, our hearts sealed 
                  until midnight, the hour of dreams. We pretend 
                  not to care about our losses, yet harbor them, 
                  protectively. 
                This 
                  used to be mine. I used to own or love this. 
                  This is now gone and I cannot, for the gifts 
                  all given to me, move on. We show pictures, 
                  we explain in a language applicable to our audiences, 
                  this used to be mine. I lost it. Does anyone know 
                  where I can find it? Anyone. Please, speak up. 
                Copyright 
                  © Lisa 
                  Zaran  
               
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