And I want to dip it in ketchup.
Only to regret it an our later.
When sweating in a Toyota.
I want to tell the world.
About love.
And how sometimes.
It's not all it's cracked up to be.
I am Apis.
The bull god.
A deity of my own making.
Just driving somewhere south.
I pull off.
At a gun place rest stop.
And scribble our names.
For transient truckers to ponder.
It's been two years.
I am still dumb.
Just different.
Focused, more.
