Center

When 

the only taste

of the world

you can get 

is grapefruit

Hopeful

but still 

all sour 

Raw

but divided

Thick 

with rind

Remember 

how naked that pink is

And how

you really can

get to the center of it

Gone

When

home and warmth

are gone

feelings

about it

are a good thing

to give up

Yet

that is just

one more foot dead

Using a bottle

to try and get clean

Smoke

to soften mirrors

A radio

for music

Dreams

over living

true 

so often better

but hard to explain to others

What you have

is both 

you

and why you can't fully become

When time

reveals 

how fast things can go

and how the forever

in hand

was not 

at all 

as long as suggested

Reflections are still

sharp

and all
that they see

The bottle still

just puts you out

And your foot

hurts

You'll

keep walking

till you're home

and warm

Even if

that's only 

into summer