Holidays

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.