Un-queue

I am in the process of un-queuing.  I never was much of one for lining up, but this seems different. This is part of the process of subtraction, and hence, of redefinition.  As Diocesan Convention approaches, I am even more on the sidelines, learning how to kiss this thing, whatever it is, on both cheeks.

I un-queue,

Step out of line,

Stand to the side,

Or perhaps better yet,

I sit,

Redefine

What I need to do

To be me:

Accept it,

Hold hands with it,

Maybe give it

A kiss on both cheeks,

The way the French people do.

I un-queue.