Interstate Psalms

Two paths diverged at an interstate rest stop
And sorry I could not travel both
I looked down one as far as I could
To where it ended at a concrete picnic table
Then took the other, as just as fair,
To an identical picnic table, equally stark and bare
Only the subtlest of differences in spray painted graffiti and slimy wet algae making them both entirely inhospitable to sit upon.

Neither as interesting as I’d purport
Other than so as to elicit a laugh
This fire ant was probably thinking the exact same thing
When it climbed my shorts
And took its position on my staff

I shall be telling this with a sigh-

(Briefly, attention span permitting):

Two roads diverged in a wood and I assumed that I was in control of this story;
Until this here fire ant bit my dick and reminded me that everything could go in a heretofore unanticipated direction altogether;

And that has made all the difference.




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