Try to recapture 

lost four syllable word; a 
victim of brain fog 
 
that seemed almost too 
perfect in the moment; I 
know I wondered if:
 
it had already been written… 
 
 
I swear, it was there 
in the shower, or just before 
but the diabetes tech fail 
was the reason for the shower, 
and while in it, “What’s Up” 
trampled every other thought 
for ten minutes straight – for 
no good reason, or for the 
very good reason that is 
*looking at everything around us* 
and because I live in a townhouse 
with common-wall neighbors 
on both sides, waking up & 
taking a deep breath & 
stepping outside to scream 
is the kind of thing that would 
attract the _wrong_ kind 
of attention.