Shards
of me are chopping
Bites
of me are eating
Drops
of me are squeezing out the last bits from the grapefruit
That
I have been done to
Doesn’t
make that doing
The
only path
For
me to take forward
Though
it certainly comes naturally
2 comments:
What does the grapefruit mean?
hm. poems must stay somewhat mysterious do they not?
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