Dinner Theater Dividers
Supposedly red brings prosperity. Our animal ancestors shake their LSD-eyes and wag a gossip tongue. They really could bring the rain- in plastic buckets or a tub that’s sealed tight. And while the crank generates birthdays, most of us are stationed in a role that calls for waiting. Waiting that is uninterrupted and footed in a stealth porridge. There’s a ringleader up at the front who calls the shots; who alarms the saloons and digs up old chicken bones for the dogs to clean off. “Be careful with colors!” I shout to the flinching mob. You never can be too sure about the settling of colors.