Experimenting

We were not studying
chemistry, of all things:
Substances and their reactions
So here we were,
1 girl, 3 boys,
4 closed books
and hormones, aged 16 years
I wore an orange sundress
beautiful, buttons all the way down
and so tight
I couldn’t risk a pantyline
Especially when showing off
for Tom
a cute boy, chem whiz,
Who told a joke
So I laughed,
unnaturally,
Throwing back my head
then my body
(for a dramatic touch)
And when I sat up
there was a definite—reaction:
3 gaping holes in 3 faces,
3 empty slits where buttons once were
and one big—well, I’ll spare you
the details, but I’ll tell you
those boys’ mouths never closed
Hence my nicknames: Flasher,
Crotch Shot
or, my favorite,
Jungle Beaver