Tonight Only Thin Skin

I—we—buy my first condoms. Tonight Only Thin Skin.
I want sensation.
Feel elbows me. Don't I want more? Romance, devotion?
In the elevator up to John's apartment, I itch. The new bra is lacy, scratchy. Feel yanks my hand out of my blouse.
I sigh. Feel sighs. Yeah, this isn’t ideal. John isn’t ideal. But he’s tall and I’m 32 already.
Feel waits in the hallway.
Once over, Feel wants to know about the love.
I describe the act, how he talked to my breasts about next time. No, tonight is all we need.
Feel feels that's sad.

Karen Walker