it happened again. i was in the shower, water gushing iguacu, when my mind started gushing too, with ideas, riding the water’s coattails i guess,
if I only had waterproof paper and pen or a digital recorder or a print out of my mind waves, like an ekg machine, only in words not squiggly lines and,
waterproof paper and pen and digital recorders do exist and I could use them, record my thoughts, but then i’d find out that i’m not Shakespeare,
and this poem could not exist.