A Poem, by Nikki Lynn

Identical to you, Identical to me, identical to the intricate parts no one gets to see. Identical to self, self-falling apart.…

Hit and Run

As he turned out of the parking lot, a young lady came barreling down from his left and clipped his rear end. Okay, it shook him up, but he gathered himself, stepped out of his car to Study the damage, as the young lady got out of her car as well. His left rear end was definitely damage, and he drives a pretty expensive car, this had put a damper on the good mood he was in, but okay, once the police come and they exchange insurance information, he can go on about his business, it’s not totaled for sure, still drivable, there’ll just be the minor inconvenience of taking his car to the shop, renting a car etc.