With
feline grace
and
feral eyes
a
ponytail
of
raven hair
bouncing,
bouncing
waitress
tall
wisp
of skirt
spaceship
heels
weaves
among
tiny
tables
tray
held high
in
a disco sky
ice
cubes tinkling
a
lioness amused
by eyes
of prey
never
brushes
a
single shoulder
as
the men drink up,
reach
for money.
Maybe
she will.
Let's
order another.
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