Waiting in line

At the grocery store
anxiety courses through my body
I am late.

I am late,
and I can tell by the way she is picking up each package of pasta
it’s going to take her
10 minutes just to get her debit card out of her wallet.

I am late
and the cashier chats kindly to the lady
and I can’t understand why.

I am late.

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