Inspired by McSweeney’s, my friend Sylvia “discovered” this previously unknown poem by ee cummings (who apparently had a foot fetish).
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stockings are hung
lovingly (my loveand i are bare
foot & quietly wait for
our stockings – gently
to be filled) with
love, my lovei do not stir
my heart bare & your
bare heart
two hearts (our stockings full
Thanks, Sylvia!