I was almost a masterpiece,
you said. You hid me in the basement,
admired it sometimes before storing
it away in the cold cellar next to the preserves.
After the war, you returned it to your former enemy,
and landed a job at Sotheby’s.
I was almost a masterpiece,
you said. You hid me in the basement,
admired it sometimes before storing
it away in the cold cellar next to the preserves.
After the war, you returned it to your former enemy,
and landed a job at Sotheby’s.
