I hung out with
dead people all day
yesterday. Tommy was my
favorite, even though he
never gives me a
straight answer. The other
one, bearing the name
Jackson, didn't say anything.
Just sat there; watching,
waiting. Yesterday there was
no point anymore, so
I went ahead and
ate a dandelion. And
everything was in circles,
even my arguments. The
fish were big, and
hung suspended on the
everywhere, all around me
and purple like everything
is purple, but a
new and different purple.

I sat, I wanted to
cry for hours, but
instead I hung out
with the dead, and
wished I was dead
too. And my phone
sat and stared at
me, and mocked me.
I hate that phone.