Oh Tampa, what have you done?
You stripped me of my boundaries,
of all I knew.
Was your sweaty grip
really the best way for me
to move on?
I’m bored of your effervescent
and bright lights,
and the way the air,
your air,
feels like a wretched mix
of humidity and bad intentions.
I know I had to grow,
but did it have to be now?
Here, things are brief
and scary
and I wouldn’t wish
you upon my worst enemy, yet
I am overzealous
I basked in your company
for no one can leave Tampa, Florida
the same.
