Blood
Orange
The
blood orange shade of a decorative
table
lamp, a foot tall, if that, wraps around
a
low wattage bulb, shedding dim light in its
desolate
far corner of the restaurant table
set
for two. The stem is a gilt metal pineapple,
standing
on end, the base a solid square,
as
the lamp illumes a basket of bread, butter,
silverware
and two glasses of wine
on
a white tablecloth.
The
restaurant is not far from the house.
Her
face is in shadows, away from the lamp.
We
don’t connect anymore, she says.
Brief Bio: Gene McCormick frequently does table-top dancing wearing a blood orange lampshade.
It's a toss-up which is the most intriguing story--the one in the poem or you dancing on the table top....
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He looks better dancing with the red lampshade though but that's just a bartender's opinion
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