French Bikini

we were watching jeopardy

one night.

well,

nearly every night,

nibbling on

sea weed potato chips,

when a question

came up

in the France category.

i yelled out,

French Bikini,

or rather what is a French

Bikini,

when the answer came

up as a sliver of black

fabric worn by

a woman on the beach

hardly covering her body parts.

she looked

at me, my ex, stood up and stomped

out of the room.

what? i said, as she turned

around to scowl at me.

what's wrong?

you know too much about

women's clothing,

she said, then turned to

go up the stairs.

French bikini, Alex said,

with a smile on his face.

i was right, but would pay

for this answer

with a few weeks of silence.

just a regular night at home.