Queue
I feel I'm replaying old tapes,
old versions of myself.
None fit, but I try them on anyway.
If you were here, that'd be one thing,
but instead it's this mess.
I hate waiting, but I'm good at it.
From doctor's offices to love,
there's always someone
behind the glass window.
They say, with lying eyes,
that it will only be another 10 minutes
when it's more like an hour or two.
In this case, a month
or two.
I can't stand it.
March 3, 2016
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