Angelus Domini

Out of line

Three hours in line..its been a while since I spent hours in line. In the city. In the real bad part of city. Barb wire and cement and a watch tower over my head..grey and brown and black. Mostly black women in line. The conversation is surreal. Two girls next to me, one with baby in hand:
-- I want to travel abroad, to go to Europe and study and shit. Like to Paris..
--  or Italy ?..
-- No, not Italy. Fuck no.  I dont even like their movies. Italy..no.
..I wanna be a pharmacy technician but my memory so bad -- I dont remember what I did yesterday. When I think of something I forget my school work. School is hard.

-- I want a horse, but a little one, like a pony. Yeah, I can see myself on a horse. ok.
--I ain't coming back after today, not for Christmas, not for nothing..he shoulda stayed home that night..stupid ass.
And another line, inside..two women my age next to me:
--- I put him in for domestic, he'd be all jealous and messing me up. I miss him..baby..3 weeks its been.  Sleep on his pillow..
-- I sprayed on his cologne. Smells like him, he'd just got it..
I blurted out "I got his sweater on.." One of them hugged me, another noded  and smiled.
And another line, last one..
-- Sorry ma'am, but his time is up for today. I don't care what they told you. Step aside. Come back another day..