red lamplight
splashing a ceiling mirror
making chaotic patterns
I’m forced to witness
while you
on top remain blind.
A little bit earlier
in a place
with a Linden Tree motif
elegantly we dined
surrounded by chirps
on China plates
the quail so thin
it felt obscene.
After the room
back in your crazy-huge
vintage Caddy
reeling from the wine
you apologized;
saying next time
would be different.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.
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