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 Canopy, ONandOnScreen, Women's Studies Quarterly, and Bone Bouquet. She can also be found here.