Poem of the month: February

Sous-Entendu

by Anne Stevenson

Don’t think
that I don’t know
that as you talk to me
the hand of your mind
is inconspicuously
taking off my stocking,
moving in resourceful blindness
up along my thigh.

Don’t think
that I don’t know
that you know
everything I say
is a garment.

 

Image: Yannis Moralis, Erotiko, 2002. Oil on canvas.

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