I strip

search for woman

but there is only girl. A constant

vigil of unwanted hair for removal.
I tame

fur lined lips traced to Mediterranean

roots− threatening to unravel

a farce constructed to fit.
I betray

flesh razed in wax strips

fleecing skin & hard-won purse.

− a depilation identikit. 
I detangle self from family

trussed to tresses. An isolation

of foreign threads.
The aesthetic dictates a glabrous lip

centrefold− in a denuded line-up

under duress.