have a nice day

i try to go a few hours
without telling
people
boy, it's hot out.
it's hard though,
not saying useless things.
but it's what we do.
being personable
and friendly,
being the humans that we
are trying
to fit into an imperfect world.
boy, it's hot out.
the humidity
is killing me.
i'm a ball of sweat.
i see the mail man coming
up the street
with his heavy bag
full of mostly
ads and fliers, his blue
shirt is soaked with sweat.
he's wearing his pith
helmet.
he gives me the look,
like don't even say it,
when he hands me an
envelope from my lawyer.
so i don't.
instead i say, have a nice
day, then go

into to open the letter

of good news.