I m standing in front of the mirror and I m getting hot It s not the heat it s the look Your Who knows It s like you re here behind me even though I know the room is empty My fingers touch the clasp slowly as if I m playing a game of patience with myself A click and I remove my bra like an extra shell that s no longer needed I stare at my reflection at the way my skin is slightly pink in the evening light at the way my breasts jiggle slightly as if waiting for someone s touch