Hernando County: Woe to You.

It is truly nauseating,
the sensation of losing my bestfriend.
I've been sucking up so much smoke,
for just a second to pretend.

Staring out the window at the highway,
I relax my head; relax my eyes for just a moment.
Through the bright red of the sun on my lids,
I can keep the thought of Florida out of my head.

I can imagine it isn't treachery
to lock the truth from him;
Can pretend moving away
is what it takes to stop opening my skin.

To know that just one summer
is left in your childhood home,
is to know that your life is ending
and that you'll likely be alone.