With trepidation
I enter the post office;
The worst time of year.
Only two boxes!
I try to cheer myself up;
My arms, getting sore.
No one is smiling.
Christmas music is playing.
They should serve eggnog.
Yes! Eggnog! Gallons!
In giant mugs and spiked with
Bourbon or Xanax.
Hey Lady! Move back!
Don't you try to cut in line!
Or I will cut you.
Why are there only
Two counter workers working?
It destroys my soul.
Many small dramas
Are playing out before me.
Shipping cost despair.
"Will this box arrive
To Australia before
Christmas? Ha, ha! NO."
"Do you need some stamps?
Do you need some stamps? Do you..."
" DEAR GOD, NO, THANK YOU."
Each year I do this.
What do I learn? I am a
Procrastinator.
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