After Orchids Are Sprouting From the Floorboards by Kaveh Akbar

Fog on the ridges. Cars enveloped by fog. 
Yesterday is fog. Everything is
fog. Fog under my fingernails. Fog
in my wallet, in the blue purse
under the table. Fog like incense. 
Fog wags its tail, tongue
lolling in the heat. Fog, like so much
unnamed, slipping away.