INTERVIEW WITH A NUDIST WHO HAS NEVER BEEN UNDRESSED BY ANYBODY'S EYES.

I waited for the bus so long—my transfer expired.

When the bus finally arrived a radicalized youth

chucked a rock at it (clank!) & it swerved into traffic.

“Young Man!” I shouted but he glared at me in a way

that knocked my body out of my body & I witnessed

50 vibrations of my own ruddy countenance before

the grand lens refocused itself—I walked beneath

the dirtiest of oaks, the nuttiest of silver clouds.

People should be playing coital instead of playing coy.

(Who was that Barbara Streisand character? Coit’l?)

How does the eye slip a button through a buttonhole?

How does the eye unzip the zipper, tooth by tooth?

A nudist can be undressed twice, same as you & you.

There are two tempers to each person; both are bare.

[NaPoWriMo Interview Sonnet #29.]