His Knowing
And it occurs to you
that that that
made the oracle at Delphi
declare Socrates the wisest of men,
which he pondered so long to work out —
his knowing that he knew what he didn't know —
is what makes you so-ever-so slightly anxious,
the taste of adrenaline rising in your throat,
as you watch her put on her make-up, and brush out the flaps of
her long hair in the mirror, pouting her mouth for lipstick and saving for last
the tights she rolls so-ever-so slowly up her thighs
and away under her red dress —
this woman who,
when you ask her where she's going
says
she's just going
out with the girls.