Goldi

The story gets it wrong; the beds
weren't exactly empty.
Goldilocks wore a short skirt
and gripped her late 20s by the ironic
pigtails. No bear would kick her out,
but the first's fur was too fine. He
couldn't warm himself, and supporting
his hibernation was expensive.
However she rolled, she was always cold.
Bed #2 was soft and hot, the bear
soaked their sheets with sweat.
His growl was greedy and grave, but
he sold Goldi a timeshare and a girl
needs to sleep every night. He thought
she'd be fine curled up on the floor,
waiting for scraps like some porridge whore,
but Goldi was now about thirty-five,
and she just needed more than that to survive.
She received an invite to bed #3
and thought, "What the hell? How bad
could it be?" With one foot on the floor
and an eye on the door, she fell into sleep
and made time to dream. It was warm,
it was cool, it was autumn and spring,
and one morning she woke up
wearing his ring.