The Mailman Poem by Eli MorenoDrew

Sundays,
and various holidays
that make the weekend longer,
are becoming my least favorite days.

Days where the mailman
doesn't leave me any mail
are the loneliest.

Opening my door to see
the postal service Santa Claus
dropped by is my only form of
consistency that I can rely on.
That and my excessive sleep.

(She told me not to rely on anyone
but myself, but I think I can trust
the United States Postal Service)