i’m not wearing any underwear, i announced.
timothy’s face turned red and his lips parted slightly.

i can’t believe it, he breathed.

and why not? i raised my skirt just far enough for him to see
there was nothing there but me. and i spun around to lift the skirt.

don’t do that here, he said and grabbed me with both arms,
pushed down my skirt
and looked around.

there’s no one here, i said, as i pulled my tee shirt over my head.

you’re killing me, he seethed, and covered his ears.

his anger didn’t scare me.

i let loose my bra, unzipped my skirt,
let it fall to my feet.

he slid on his sunglasses, shoved his hands
into his pockets. stood frozen in white sneakers.

i saw my body reflected in the dark lenses of his glasses,
distorted, pale

and beautiful.