May

No news is good news

Has become my theory and philosophy

When I sit here and look at my email

At a rate of about two or three times an hour

Catastrophic thinking leads to always assuming

that the only form of email I will get is

bad news; hence, my mantra that literally

is a euphemism for the phrase “ignorance

is bliss” without the ignorance

making the assumption that I am dumb.

So when the status quo of Inbox (40)

Goes up to (41) or (42) a chilled fear

Goes down my spine as I click the tab

To see what possibly could have been the cause.

In my relief it is nearly always with no uncertainty

An advertisement to allow me to book a flight

To Jamaica or buy some shirts for

Twenty percent off the original retail price.

I wait for  the hydraulic brakes of

A UPS truck to bring me a package I expect

A direct contradiction to my original point

But the only sounds are that of the garbage truck

At 9 in the morning and the sounds of

The yellow school bus dropping the kids off

At a time between 315 and 330 PM

Or 1515 to 1530 if you are into

The military or 24 hour clock

Again your naming preference to your discretion.

The dadgum cat got in my lap to cuddle as I

Wrote this which is on a purely emotional stance is

A thing of beauty but when looking with more

Substance is a moment of torture as I

Tend to have severe allergens toward felines

And can already feel my skin start to itch

But nevertheless I pet him anyway.