Fifty-Something Turnon by Lee Orcutt  <poetlee@uswest.net> maybe I don't love you at all, woman maybe I wooed you for your hats scuffed havana straw that you claim is the most comfortable hat you ever owned, stetson wrangler you wear with tights and cowboy boots--turning me on more than reba, leopard turban that sets off your tawny skin and throws a vixen shadow over lesser cats certainly it was that cocked grey derby with the three-piece pinstripe & spike heels that made me ask you out before you got away, not knowing then that you studied tickertape to do what was best for your clients instead of what would make us rich-- not really caring as long as we wore our berets, and not a thing else on a rug by the crackle-snap fire reading poems to each other feeding each other warm camembert on sliced U of M apples number 10610 until, we abandoned apples, cheese, bukowski--and the berets Copyright 2000 Moxie Magazine All Rights Reserved