Melancholia

Melancholia in the waiting room
Feckless amongst the flowers
I'm the bouquet of gardenias
for June
My mouth like gossamers --
Like Sumatran tigers
Like silver shoes
Eats the snake before the fruit
And my sickly feet like her own
Albescent and poor
Like the melancholia of the moon
Like a deathless pining for ephemeral embodiments—infinitely unfulfilled