i’m sitting on a bench
with my back arched like a rainbow and palms covering my eyes in highland park
wondering why i’m thinking and thinking again
till a 32 year old came up and spit on my head with her waving hands in the air that a yellow cab mistakenly thought it was a call for and told me
“stop complaining about life and being sad if you’re not going to kill yourself” and that i should either just deal with it or sell my soul
for a happy life
“a medium named Jules DeMott can help ,fuck face”