I once
walked
barefoot through the
streets of new york – with
nary a care in the world – I was
young I was
dumb I did not
give a damn – I was
painted with markers and
drunk from last night I
thought –
myself –
immortal – right
down
to the
soles
of
my
feet. A
starving artist,
twas I –
dependent on
no one and
nothing – a
spirit so spritely and
free! my sweet
rebel moment
screeched to a halt when
some guy bought me
breakfast and shoes.
-ryn gargulinski.04.24.16
