On Being Zelda

by Lydia Daffenberg

I've become the Zelda I've never wanted to be
He's become, who would have guessed, "The Great Gatsby"

I start, you finish
Numbers too large to keep score
If I wasn't dead already, I'd probably die some more
Instead I just click off.
I know, you scoff . . .

But your self-doubt speaks:
"What do you think of this?
How does that read?
Does this represent me?"

"It's great, what can I say,
I'm Zelda and your Gatsby."
Go ahead, take it away.