(NaPoWriMo Challenge: April 6, 2015)

That a person in a group has diminished recall for the words of others who spoke immediately before himself, if they take turns.

Ahh! Too embarrassing to be outed
after all those years of hiding in the rows—
papers,  books, cards and other marks
clutched in the palm.  Living the future,
rehearsing the future, sweating
praying, fearing and flight,
cortisol levels askew, constricted breathing,
being ****** before there are even stones.

Every act is David Lynch sacking Twin Peaks,
weirdly showstopping and hard to follow.
It’s knee-**** narcissism, mortified
survival so common it’s a mental case
listed on the Internet.  

Did you think it was just you?
Silly goose.  

Breathe in the air of a slower fear,
listen to sound of listening,
notice all the room’s clutching hands.
Breath in cycles of three until you see
where you are now and appreciate
where you will be next, breathing,
listening and noticing, then
there you were, too.