Recently, I learned that deja vu is not the only “vu” out there. The knowledge felt familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it…
This poem was inspired by one of the other “vu”s.
Tip of the Tongue
The doctor called it…
I just lost it.
You know. That one…
Like when you can’t remember the word.
Your brain blocks the answer it needs.
What was it called?
I can’t believe it. I promise,
I knew it a second ago.
You can’t remember either?
Well, we’ll just have to remember later.
So after the doctor’s,
I went to the grocery store.
—bananas, eggs, bread—the usual.
And when I got to check out,
There was only one lane open and
So I had to wait
For twenty minutes behind
The poor woman cradling a crying baby
And her fiver-year-old son
Singing “It’s a Small World”
Over. And Over. And Over. Again.
It started to feel like deja…
Wait! I’ve got it!
P.S. Here is a really cool video which might help you understand the other “vu”s.