asserted Mucha to his drawing class,
but didn’t tell that he bent the Job girl’s fingers
back into a knuckle-breaking arabesque
and thereby crossed her smile with a wince,
or how his son complained of feeling deformed
after sitting for his father. The truth is
that beauty pursued from a single angle
has never added to a person’s comfort.
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