Painting by Jean-Auguste-Dominique IngresGive me a first line, you who are far away.
The second line will almost write itself.
In times of pain, I open the dictionary.
Like a girl in the last row who will not say
The theoretical part of the dream was herself
Give me a first lie, you who are far away.
A student laughs. I died once. Red is gray.
Cheat me like a quote, deceiving Elf.
In times of pain I open the dictionary.
David Shapiro
Posted over on the Writer's Almanac
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