Gypsy

by Nic Olson

A war veteran flipped me off today.

I have found myself sprinting from car to place and place to car. Am I running for something or from something?

My nose has been broken for a while, and it feels like I just rebroke it recently. I can’t even smile.

I am leaving for a month in five days. Touring Canada. At the same time my parents leave for a month to where my loins lead me.

I delivered lightbulbs tonight, and loved it.

Everything has been downhill into a bowl of jello.

I was eating ice cream cake and got icing in my iPod dock. But all is well. I write this on that.

See. Feel. Think. Do.

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