On the Tiniest of Budgets

by Sylvia Jones

I buy a groupon for a palm reading
downtown, from a woman halfway leaning
off a circa 97 purple Mitsubishi
halfway facing a valet kiosk
couched between a corner-store
and two different forty dollar hourly
ten level parking garages adjacent to
the spiritual information center,
sporting windbreaker adidas shorts beneath
a ruined plaid vest, battered loafers, and finished
off with churchgoing socks
detailing a demon summoning
gone wrong, dealing blackjack
off a tarot deck simultaneously
playing spades simultaneously
trying to sell me a blue rock for
a hundred dollar