i tell
the man dressed as
Santa Claus
outside the general store.
don't say
merry Christmas to me.
it's too early.
we haven't even had
Halloween yet, or
thanksgiving.
but it's my job, he says,
scratching his fake
beard and his neck
in the sweltering heat.
what should i say, he asks.
nothing.
don't say anything,
and stop ringing that bell.
just stand there
like a dope sweating
and maybe read a book.
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