Going Commando


Sometimes I want to wear a dress to class

with out any underwear.

I want to walk around, cool air snaking up my legs,

smiling like I would any other day.

The people I pass not knowing that beneath my

blue and black striped cotton dress

there's nothing but skin.

I want to know what it feels like

to sit on an old wooden chair,

or maybe leather,

with nothing between

my bare butt and the world.