We can eradicate the jazz age sensibilities:
dreams of grand illusion and simpler words,
grand fashion festering and bold.

We can amalgamate with one another,
reuniting with our inner selves
beyond the masks of a depraved world.

We can go to the festivities together,
brushing off irrelevant omens –
dressed just right for the occasion.

We can actually meet each other
in the cold candlelight beyond here,
no longer in step with the dance floor.

We can do anything to make you happy,
silently choking, whatever it takes,
even if you only want the superficial me.