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
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I like where you went with your tanka Richelle...thanks for sharing this
ReplyDeleteI 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! ;-)
ReplyDeleteAlan
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oh man, that just breaks my heart... i wonder how he felt when he woke up the next morning??!!... erotic engine
ReplyDeleteRichelle,
ReplyDeleteThat poor guy and you! Good one!
Pamela
I can feel the jangling nerves. Precision!
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