MARINA GIPPS

Rookie (Chicago, Illinois)

Red Tablecloth - Poem by MARINA GIPPS

A red tablecloth found in an abandoned
Italian restaurant.
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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011


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