Cindy Relic
Fantasizing past glories
yet slim, she slipped into
a ‘come-and-get-it’ leopard-skin
her own flesh even crawled in it
Attracting a buzzing --
testosterone-overdosed mid-lifers
a few 'good ole boys’--
she slipped back into her
fraying house robe
dousing her passional make-up
in a wooden bucket of cold water
deprogramming her six-inch spikes
~ Cindy’s suitors formed a search party
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