the flapper
i ascend to a different realm
where delirium blooms
melancholy cascades
and widowed devotion holds no shame
only at night will you see
my unabashed pride under powders
through wistful whispers of reckless desire
into boozed gardens of hedon
my winged delusions of grandeur
salute the gilded gates of paramount
as i marry myself to the lights
with a pavane for a rural past
as the potions wear off
i kneel in sequined silence
to artemis, for health of mother
and wealth of mine
the clock will not strike twelve again
until i become who i pretend