The halo shines iridescent
Above my head
Once gleaming purple
Once pink
Then silver

Through the translucent green
I can see
How it incarcerates me

My skin of porcelain
is wrapped in silk
pastel
pink, ironed
it mustn’t have a crease

I twirl gently,
Gracefully,
Round the pole
Past the
Cumulus

Neon
Lights reflecting
Off my manicured nails

They scream privilege.