Apparently, I’ve Got This
Last night, I had one of those dreams,
or so it seemed, the ones that come back
to weaken you with your own misgivings,
like when it’s the day of the final
and your first day attending the class,
or when you are waiting tables, but you can’t
read the ticket, or remember who ordered, or
even find your way back to the table,
because something keeps coming up.
But this time, nothing fell to pieces,
even when I arrived on stage for play practice,
having missed weeks of blocking and feedback
and running lines. I was, it turned out, fine.
I looked at the script and understood it,
and when Mr. Lindauer (my director
whom I could never bear to disappoint)
looked like he was about to ask,
I interrupted and said, “I know I can do this.
Give me a minute, and we’ll make it work.”
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