Two Poems
Anne Stevenson, 12 March 1992
“... the way you taught me to pluck my unsightly moustache with a tool you bought me. I bought us a sapphire, flawed, (though you did repay me) from a thief on the Ponte Vecchio. Good breeding made me share the new tent with Aileen while you and Hartley, in the leaky, unpatchable other, were dampened nightly. If I weren’t virgo ... ”