a haze rises

10/10/18 6.00pm utown bus, back in the groove

sticky summer heat where every thought is a haze

rising from unknown spaces in the clementi

compound, the insurmountable

gap between kent ridge and home. we are little

ants scurrying from space to outer spaces speaking

of friends’ instagrams and snacks and very soon
we will be obscured and caught in the nets; how our

hair dye fades from shades of blonde to gray

at times that toxic haze binds, chemicals to

neuroreceptors, and then water can barely do

anything to lift us out of it; we’ll smoke and smoke

for our friends, for our other little ants but

we’ll forget self consciousness in favor of flow,

caught in the river and storm of other’s goals.