Nothing else was making me
feel better so I stopped into this
bar I had passed 100 times, I went
to the bartender and said I’ll have
and she said NO, and I said Listen, I just
want and she said NO, go home,
don’t try to douse that burning
coal in your chest no matter how
uncomfortable it makes you feel,
go home and write 2 bad poems
and 1 good one, then come back
and that double is on the house.
She was the best psychic
bartender I ever met.