Pisces

You absorbed the whole week by Wednesday and now you're walking around like a wet novel. Wring out. Late August haze loves you and will lie to you: not every feeling needs a plot, not every glance is a sign, not every 1am thought is a prophecy. Some of it is just humidity. Leave the party when the lighting gets mean. Your tenderness is not a problem to solve; it is a way of moving through a loud city without going numb. Someone wants you blurry because blurry is easier to leave. Be in focus for an hour. Walk home naming things you can see: window, bike, person laughing, your own keys in your hand.