Day of Change

Lawrence Holofcener

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One day

In a television studio in New York

A woman barked, growled

At everything, everybody.

Missed your cue!

The camera's late!

My mike's not on!

My makeup's shoddy!

Somehow, something or someone

Had pricked a small but clean hole

In the bottom of her usually brimming bowl

Of confidence.

Her head buzzed.

What's the point?

Learn the lines.

What am I doing?

Read the script.

The years and years—

You've made it, you're rich.

--Of doing what?

Just concentrate.

It makes no sense-

No sense.

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