Eulogy for Zelda by Lara Mimosa Montes



Today The Times said you flopped over at 95
Maybe you were overwhelmed
Maybe you were the real Mrs. Mallard
but when they reported your leaving

they lied

Last night at The Jane I saw you scoring
some crystal from a former Limelight DJ

Zelda, I know it was you—I could tell
by the way the light hit your silver-palladium
fillings drilled sometime before the second
World War in a dentistʼs office outside
Paterson knocked out on too much nitrous
touching another time (as WCW had said
in Paterson “touching as the mind touches”)

So, Zelda, old joy, see you later
see you after midnight at the after party
and don’t forget your kitten heels

Lara Mimosa Montes was born in the Bronx, but currently resides in Brooklyn. Other poems of hers have been published or are forthcoming in Fence, The Fanzine, Triple CanopyONandOnScreenWomen’s Studies Quarterly, and Bone Bouquet. She can also be found here.