Holidays
Raud Kennedy
Today
is one of those days
where,
no matter how nice or kind,
everyone
will make me sick.
Grandmothers
coddling their grand kids,
dog walkers and Samaritans,
whistling,
people who press the walk button,
and don’t wait
should be put in stocks.
Same goes for people
who fidget, stuff their faces,
and read newspapers loudly.
I’m exhausted,
wiped out from yesterday.
Who knew
forcing conversation with people
I see twice a year
could sap
so much life.
