I am a bug
on my back that
struggles to flip a
scarab in a sand dune that
june bug on my porch – I struggle
and wiggle to make ends meet – yet
my legs still wave fruitless in the air – when
I am finally able to flip myself upright and
breathe for a moment a fresh gasp of air –
a dog paw squarely blasts me down flat.
-Ryn Gargulinski.2010
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About Me
- Ryn Gargulinski
- Born in Michigan only to take a Greyhound to New York City at the age of 18. Moved after 17 years to New Mexico, after the city started feeding on me. Got goats, a dog and a job offer on the West Coast, where I dreamed on the ocean but drowned in the rain. Thus I up and moved to Tucson.
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