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"Lost"
by Jill Chan

1.

We don't know
ourselves

until it is
too late.


2.

I didn't tell
you

to leave
nor to stay.


3.

When you
were born,

there were
not enough stars.


4.

I lost
your name

among
the letters.


5.

Tire tracks
and the backs

of every
other lover.


6.

To end
or to begin.

Parallel
lines.


7.

Dare I mention
the heart?

How we
feed it.


8.

Remember
me

when you are
hungry.

Jill Chan was born in Manila, Philippines. She migrated to New Zealand in 1994. Her first book of poetry, The Smell of Oranges (http://www.earlofseacliff.co.nz/SmellOfOranges.htm), was published by Earl of Seacliff Art Workshop in 2003. Her work has been published in MiPOesias, foam:e, Eclectica, Poetry New Zealand, Takahe, Brief, Trout, Deep South, JAAM and some other zines.