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.
***
Raud
Kennedy, currently living in Portland, Oregon, has had poems
published in the States, England, and Scotland.
©
Raud Kennedy