Not one ray of hope today
Not one pretend ray of sunshine
to paste on my forehead?
Not one rosy cheek to turn the other way
in case I get slapped by the fierce
Chicago wind or by one more
biting criticism of who I am
or what I love to do
by a student
No, I guess not
I better get on with the day
and just accept
that I am walking out this
door in a very bad mood.
Chicago, Feb. 24. 2000
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