haze

HAZE

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IT IS DIFFERENT THAN A FOG, WHICH IS MORE LIKE A BIG ASS SITTING ON A CITY; THIS HAZE IS MORE LIKE SPIRITS THAT ARE LINGERING ABOUT, DISTURBING THE VIEWS WITH A MESSY WETNESS, THE SUN IS UNCLEAR BUT IN VIEW, THE LIGHT IS STAMMERING RIGHT AND LEFT AS THOUGH A CHILD HAS SCRIBBLED OVER TOP OF IT. IT FEELS LIKE INSECURITY OR INABILITY TO BE SURE, AS EVERYTHING IS FUZZY AND BLURRED. IT’S AS IF YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WANTED BUT THERE IS AN UNIDENTIFIED LENS THAT HAS MIXED THE CLARITY INTO A DIRTY STIR, AND THE CONCISE IDEA HAS MELTED INTO A HAZEL CLOUD. WHAT WAS IT THAT I WAS THINKING? YOU CONCENTRATE BUT THE HEAT IS SO HEAVY AND WET THAT THE BRAIN IS LIKE A WET MOP. THOUGHTS ARE COATED IN A MOLDY GEL, THE AUGUST BAKE AND BOIL IS UNDERWAY AND NOTHING SHOULD BE LEFT OUT IN THE KITCHEN; ALL SHOULD GATHER IN THE COOL DRY REFRIGERATOR. MY SWEAT IS STICKY LIKE A WET CANDY, THE FRAGRANCE IS ROTTING GARBAGE, SOMEHOW SWEET AND SPOILED. MOVEMENT IS SLOWLY, DECISIONS ARE WAITING FOR ANOTHER TRAIN THAT IS CLEAR AND COOLER. ONE MORE WEEK.