It didn’t mean anything, just setting there

Propped up inside of a drawer in front of the desk

Lampshade is a reusable shopping bag

Holes cut into it taped over the light bulb

Christmas lights where the old shade was

It doesn’t mean anything

Tied a dow rod around the socket above the base that is made of wooden slats, curved to a shape

Looks like 1960

When he had it – the thing looked OK

Just like me to paint it up and crap it out real good

But until I did, it just sat there on the table I never finished

Never used it

Now I use it every day

It feels comfortable, like it belongs

That’s all there is to it, you know

Belonging

Or you just set there.

Lamp in the poem without the lampshade.

Cat was a dancer in Chicago. Her life story is amazing.

Cartoon of Hillary.