Untitled (Opium Den) by Rosson Crow
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 my thigh.
Don't think
that I don't know
that you know
everything I say
is a garment.
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