Not affianced.
Not married.
Not parents.
I called him to bed.
Me in full getup.
Fishnets,
Patent platform heels,
Police shirt, tight,
buttons bursting,
pistol,
cuffs,
cap.
He flinched.
I said:
"What's wrong?"
He said:
"You in cotton panties, white,
my dress shirts is all that I want or need."
I left the bed,
I left our bedroom,
I left the outfit in a bottom corner of my wardrobe.
I haven’t offered since.
Years later
the fishnets got lost,
the pistol,
the police cap
found their way to our girls’ toy closet.
My youngest plays with my plastic police cap now.
