chap stick
two and a half hours north
of monterey,
exit.
stop.
gas station.
coffee.
okay. i'm awake now.
oh yeah, chap stick.
good
call.
"didn't these used to be
just a dollar?" - lady at
the register
"they still are,
actually" - me
*laughter for some
reason unbeknownst to
me* - lady at the
register
*brief, semi-agreeable chuckle
in order
not to be rude
or angry
or irritable
after three days
on the road* - me
yes. two dollars
and sixty-nine
cents for a stick of chap
stick is about
a dollar and sixty-nine
cents too much.
but what if when
i get there
we
kiss?
okay,
it's not too much
anymore.
