love letters to zelda fitzgeralddear zelda,love letters to zelda fitzgerald by TheAdequateGatsby
i want to know if you dance like you write.
i want to know if i could have seen the spun-glass of your words
reflected in the glint of your eyes in the spotlight.
did you dance in paris for all your husband’s friends?
i hope you made those Lost Boys hate you and love you and envy you,
and when your husband stepped on your tapping feet
and breathed shame into your ear,
i hope you never listened to him.
did you still love him then?
is that why you wandered?
were you looking for a man to Save You The Waltz,
to hold your hand and dance with you
or to drop your hand and watch you dance
for the velvet night and the sultry moon?
i hope you found him.
i want to know if you lost yourself
in the parisian side-streets and art gallery backrooms,
choking on the smog from your husband’s fat cigars,
or if you blew smoke back into his brutal face
and ruled paris the way you always ruled birmingham.
tell me you gathered the city up in your manicured hands