In twelve ways we know the distance to the sun but the earth turns  
slowly and we have little perception. And it is not as if I want to lose  the memory of you but rather I wish to forget who you are now. It is that finite point, like the place where the river becomes the sea. That point in time where the knowing and the losing are the same. 

Copyright 2000, Todd Sanders 

Todd Sanders lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He has two books of his own poetry: Underland and Lack River and has recently translated 18 poems by Robert Desnos, collected in The Circle And The Star, all published by the Air and Nothingness Press.