Something's Missing

May 19, 2018

Break into

Le Louvre

MoMA

The National Gallery.

Gather as many as possible

before getting caught.

They wouldn't expect you to want them. . .

"Assistant, what's been stolen?"

"Something seemingly unimportant,

Detective.

The Mona Lisa,

The Scream,

Starry Night

are all in their proper places."

"What? Then why call us?"

"Pardon, Detective.

I believe you're looking but not seeing.

There is powder

around them."

"It seems the thief added

rather than took. . ."

"True, but untrue.

Look here, detective.

The thief left a portrait of you in this room."

"What a witty fellow. He's got me framed."

"That's what's missing, sir."

"Quite right, assisatnt. It is the picture frames that are missing."

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