I walked into the studio early to find an undressed model. Which was odd. When they weren’t posing, models wore robes. I propped my sketchpad on an easel. On the platform, the model raised his arms and haloed them like a hairy helix, then lowered into a squat. “Do you find this shape interesting?” he asked, facing me with his arms out in front. “Sure,” I said, although I didn’t. He nodded, went to a corner to grab his bag, put on his clothes, and left. I wondered who the naked man was, but no one else had seen him.
Tina Barry is a poet and short-form writer who grew up in New Jersey, and no, she didn’t live near a mall. TinaBarryWriter.com Facebook: Tina.Barry.5