Red Tablecloth - Poem by MARINA GIPPS
A red tablecloth found in an abandoned
I took it home, sang over it.
Wrapped myself tightly wound inside,
pretending to warm the shoulders of a beautiful man
on a gondola ride
as I waited for my midnight meal.
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