Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Not Love, Feeling Bad

freshman in high school, his junior prom
my mother told me to say yes to his nervous you don't have to
he danced like a broken-legged rabbit seizure
stiff rockness of his hands straight on my waist
i sighed out a trapped bird when i was finally home

5 comments:

  1. I like where you went with your tanka Richelle...thanks for sharing this

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  2. I agree with Wayne. Nothing wrong with using the tanka as a place to start with, and end up with your own type of style. Go girl! ;-)

    Alan
    With Words
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  3. oh man, that just breaks my heart... i wonder how he felt when he woke up the next morning??!!... erotic engine

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  4. Richelle,
    That poor guy and you! Good one!
    Pamela

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  5. I can feel the jangling nerves. Precision!

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