birthright

awakened startled
a cold sweat
something’s wrong
couldn’t put
     my     finger     on     it
night sky clear yet
in my mind
fog grew thicker
read my blood-sugar
meter said fifty-five
way too low
had to raise it
peanut butter with honey
coffee with cream
fog lifts
thinking clearly
a gift I inherited
from my father
and passed on
to my child