"A Haze They Call Me"

Slick I am

on your hands and faceslumping to the ground and lathering

your hairfor I’m organic 

exhaust that sticks to your lungs

and in between your toesone that you can’t

just wipe off like sweat. Suffocatingthat’s not really memore a limbo

between suffocating and refreshinga stale limbo 

I ama stale viscous limbo. Nocturnal

but not predatoryat least

intentionally.

I prey

by natureone that I can’t

ignore.

Perhaps more reserved I want to be

and gentlebut it’s nature  I can’t resist sticking to your skin and living in this limbo

between suffocating and refreshing. Tired. Misty.  La    ssi    

tude I ambut

don’t want to beI don’t want to cling to your skin. Can I

be nocturnal not

because I’m predatory or in limbobut just because I’m dead

exhausted and want to plump up

the grass and dirt beneath my feetmy pillow

and kiss the sky goodnight

like any other sleepy haze might.