I’m certain she knew what she hoped I’d infer
though she stopped euphemistically short of a slur.
You’re earthy, she said, and I knew what she meant;
sophistry couldn’t obscure her intent;
I wasn’t the sort she’d have sought for her friend
and both of us knew that we’d have to pretend,
assuming she knew that I saw through the bluff;
assuming she thought me perceptive enough.