Picture Day

I beat the sun to the coffee pot this morning
and emptied out a venti cup of black hope from the pot.
The final sip tasted of fear that had settled to the bottom.
But I swished and swallowed it down to tout my tenacity a bit.

I wiggled into my lucky shirt
(The one I wore last time)
Brushed my teeth and checked my hair
(Mainly to see if any are still there)

It’s picture day again.
I hope my smile shows up pretty from the inside.
And the results come back clearly unidentified.