Love Love Love

I think I've come around
to this vacation,
I can't talk about the beach,
oh no no,


but I've put my little
spin on this week of
wilderness,
mountains 
and 1970s.


Gatlinburg is really
still stuck in the 70s.
Which I am taking
as my cue to have a 
National Lampoon vacation.


I want the tackiness,
I want the arcades
and "Native American"
curio shops.
The bad mini golf courses
and house of mirrors.


And,
they have multiple 
pancake houses,
so I think I'll be ok.


In addition,
today I found out
I won a 


gold medal.


It's like I've won the 
olympics of poetry.


A gold medal,
for my poetry.


I am so happy,
how could I deserve something
so nice?