a competitive dancer once
wins no warmth from worn trophies, alone
lackluster this twilit year
whiskdrinkeydrunk in hand, secret diabetic
wet beads condense cut crystal tumbler
sweats into your palm, mumble
“step two three whirl two three”
whisper silken leotard
sway before a length of mirror, twirl
http://necessaryfiction.com/writerinres/IHopeHeWasntTellingtheTruth
so i was published. please go to the site and comment if you like my poem. thank you robert vaughn for the invite to fictionauts, i'm so excited to be here!
Joshu, welcome to the site! I hope it bodes amazingly well for you. And again, congrats on your Necessary Fiction publication. I'm thrilled that we met there, and through our mutual friend Nancy.