My weekly contribution to David Abrams’ “Sunday Sentence” project in which participants share the best sentence read during the past week “out of context and without commentary.”
I’m often mistaken for an unhappier woman – though
in the Metropolitan’s Dutch wing, I crack a smile
at Maes’ painting of a young mother quietly sewing
lace.
SOURCE: Opening line from Nicole Rollender‘s poem “The Lacemaker” from Nashville Review Spring 2015 issue
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