over time.
the race having been run over
and over again.
the fast cars
have slowed, so have the fast
women you
used to know.
they want relationships now.
they want to sit
by the fire and knit
with a cat in their lap.
bring me a hot tea,
they say,
the tequila days are over,
wearing the silk
stockings,
and lamp shades.
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