The Wild Party
I soberly descend a diamond stairwell
a diamond as big as the Ritz
to meet you
in a city of rhinestone tabletops
and marquisette earlobes.
Lillian has bobbed my hair.
A great weight has been lifted.
Tonight the stars hang low
where my skinny arms can reach for them.
They fail, fly wildly in the air.
Fuzzy memory intrudes
like hair caught on my glossed lips
and silk stockings come undone-
all too soon the lights have gone.
In my time capsule,
intoxicated, I ascend.
You are my engineer.