quelquefois

Waiting for the thunderstorms to pass while I sit on the floor at Barnes & Noble on 86th and Lexington.
Waiting until I’m hungry so I have an incentive to move from where I am.
Maybe just waiting until they close, and I am forced out.
Waiting for people to respond to my e-mails.
Waiting over 8 hours for my uncle to finish entertaining his guests.
Waiting over 8 hours for my uncle to come into Manhattan so that we can pack the car with my belongings.
Waiting over 8 hours to imagine my uncle telling me it’s too late to move anything.
Waiting until the moment when I can scream inside my head at my uncle, “Well then, why didn’t you come earlier?!”
Waiting to wear the same outfit for the fourth day in a row.

I’m tired of waiting.