(Inspired by) Mist


I have no recollection of mist
Locked in land of sticky and hot
Except in the shower, my daily regime
Or in borrowed layers of hot tub steam
Pressed down by mid winter’s steel

I have no recollection of mist
That mystical, fairytale spray
I know ice and water and spits of perfume
I know smoky hazes hanging in rooms
But this mist, this beauty evades me

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