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At a distant table

Aaron Meacham
1 min readFeb 14, 2020


across the restaurant, in scarlet
candlelight, a dark-haired woman’s
scarlet mouth curls into a warm
smile, her scarlet lipstick on his
white shirt collar — thumping
scarlet bass vibrates in my veins —
the scarlet of the punchbowl at
the high school dance —

and all I want is to spin with her
in wild scarlet arcs around the room,
knocking scarlet plates into scarlet
shards that stain the lacquered floor.

As this scarlet night spins on,
is the scarlet sun rising or setting?

Frankly, I don’t give a damn.



Aaron Meacham

My name anagrams to “a man becomes.” I love movies and Kurt Vonnegut. I don’t understand how anagrams work.