waiting to get out

i can peel about two

potatoes

before i sigh with boredom.

the long line,

is not for me,

to be put on hold,

to wait

for someone to get to

the point

of a rambling story,

or the punch line

in a joke, just slays me.

even in my mother's

belly, i was kicking

and complaining,

trying to get out a month

or two early.