Nice Legs, My Friend

"Can you come outside a minute?" she asked,
On the first truly warm day of the year,
Wearing a corduroy skirt high above
Her knees. Her sunroof would not open.
"My friend," she said, whatever that means,
"Had it working the other day, but now
It's stuck." Seated in her car, her skirt exposed
Even more of her pale thigh. I often told her
that she had nice legs when she was not just
My friend. I poked the sunroof with my fist,
It slid open, and I went back inside,
Feeling victorious.