At my grandfather's
70th birthday
a stripper
gyrated madly
across the living
room, her tassles
flying. She culminated
by landing on
my father's
father's lap. he
hooted & hollered
& giggled like a child.
Yet I, an actual
child at the time,
merely thought,
why did she sit
on him? That can't be
comfortable.
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