I slipped outta my skin as
the fog sunk in, swirled
around the buildings, hiding
pasts and peoples. Dreams from
the night before swam
around me and I finally let go.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
I slipped outta my skin as
the fog sunk in, swirled
around the buildings, hiding
pasts and peoples. Dreams from
the night before swam
around me and I finally let go.