Hazy Night Blues

hazy night. so dull as the starless sky of my heart. nothing is to expect in such water-filled air i breathe in. so wet. like your sweaty cheek in a microwave-hot day, like unspoken prayers condensing at the corners of my eyes. the hazy night like tonight, is what my poetry is always about: cries stuck in throat, stomping dance of heart, fire burning in my chest.

hazy night. so full of loneliness, so quiet, so frozen. yet, in the deepest chamber of my head, noises are so loud and dry. like an arid season trapped in a wet monsoon night.