Once upon a birthday, they unbraid
your hair. Coworker strippers push you in
a chair. Undulate in a “u” on stage
around you so the customers see when
they unbuttoned your Oxford. Pulled Velcro
brusquely ripping away socks, mini
plaid skirt. To lose control in the peep show
unquestionably hurts. Like A Virgin, CD,
and this is the first and last time you will
disrobe a facade you didn’t design.
The braids, kneesocks, skirt you never will peel
reveal consenting parts you have defined.
This night you learn in a chair, while tears drip,
the difference in stripping and being stripped.