tell me about the white lace
how it hints at the body
like wisteria on skin
tell me about the satin
how its mouth is unending
on the upsweep of neck
tell me about the corset
how it pinches the edges
like a bear trap
tell me about the femme
with the upended gender
the one on the edge of a
trigger
tell me how she slipped out of
her comfort
without meaning to
how the rooms of silk women
spun out from under her
how her name didn’t feel like
her own
tell me about the day she
peeled off her skin like burlesque.
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