Shopping for Christmas Makes Me Frosty OR “I Hope Your Soup Comes Cold and You Lose a Toenail On Your Neediness

Holiday people
are dreadful. No one sees me.
And I hope they choke.

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Shopping for Christmas Makes Me Frosty OR “I Hope Your Soup Comes Cold and You Lose a Toenail On Your Neediness

The Mall, High Blood Pressure, The Cost of a Quiet Mind

Twenty-three years old;
I don’t need a Macy’s card.
Let me look in peace.

I, like most of us
run faster than everyone.
My brain, not my legs.

Doctor cautions me.
Blood pressure is too, too high
Thanks, generation

Sometimes I think I,
think too much, too. Working hard,
to stop working hard.

In my head, coffee
gets me up, so I can down.
Backwards, sip that cup.

I wish I wished more
for things that make me happy,
rather, I wish calm.

When do you pay less
attention to stupid folk,
realizing own?

The Mall, High Blood Pressure, The Cost of a Quiet Mind