A few weeks ago I was telling a friend about some lower back pain I’ve been having when she offered some advice she claimed had worked for her. The first line of this poem has been stirring in me ever since. Then the card showed up in a postcard book of paintings by American Impressionists. Perfect, I thought. The woman in the image could well offer this kind of advice. The second line didn’t show up till this morning.
Advice (with a nod to Dorothy Parker)