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Barefoot
Loving me with my shows off
means loving my long brown legs,
sweet dears, as good as spoons;
and my feet, those two children
let out to play naked.
Intricate nubs,
my toes.
No longer bound.

And what's more, see toenails and
all ten stages, root by root.

All spirited and wild, this little
piggy went to market and this little piggy
stayed.
Long brown legs and long brown toes.

Further up, my darling, the woman
is calling her secrets, little houses,
little tongues that tell you.


There is no one else but us
in this house on the land spit.

The sea wears a bell in its navel.

And I'm your barefoot wench for a
whole week.
Do you care for salami?
No.
You'd rather not have a scotch?
No.
You don't really drink.
You do
drink me.
The gulls kill fish,
crying out like three-year-olds.

The surf's a narcotic, calling out,
I am, I am, I am
all night long.
Barefoot,
I drum up and down your back.

In the morning I run from door to door
of the cabin playing chase me.

Now you grab me by the ankles.

Now you work your way up the legs
and come to pierce me at my hunger mark
Written by: Anne Sexton

Book: Reflection on the Important Things