And He Called Me Zelda
Within the low mutter of conversations
And the downcast lights of the speakeasy
As Old-Fashions, and Lemon Drop Martinis played the aphrodisiac
He caressed my face and He called me Zelda
For I liked him best in these moments
When his drunkenness gave way to tenderness
and my own paramnesia tries to convince me he’s enamored















