Scuffed shoes, Sears corduroys, and first-date panic had me laughing like a gremlin, sorry, you can call me a gremlin now. XDDD I kept picturing freshman Roger trying to survive cookies, Diana, and a dance floor, then somehow it got sweet in that awkward old-photo way. Army green and copper pants from the catalogue is such a perfect final detail, like yep, romance really did begin with fabric choices and terror. Haha!
It actually made me nervous reading it. I see I never got past so much.
glad it wasn’t just me 🤣
The last time I was at a dance was I don't know, three or four years ago, and I still hated it.
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Scuffed shoes, Sears corduroys, and first-date panic had me laughing like a gremlin, sorry, you can call me a gremlin now. XDDD I kept picturing freshman Roger trying to survive cookies, Diana, and a dance floor, then somehow it got sweet in that awkward old-photo way. Army green and copper pants from the catalogue is such a perfect final detail, like yep, romance really did begin with fabric choices and terror. Haha!
thanks for reading :) yes, those corduroy pants kinda traumatized me 🤣I still don’t like em.
Love this so much, Roger -- and boy, it took me back to my own Sadie Hawkins days. Scared to death...lol.
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But hey, I'd dance with you!
Hi Roger, I LOVE this!
You are so good at writing formal poetry!
if so, it’s but a pale imitation of your poems. 🫶
No way! Uh uh!
Roger, your poetry is awesome. I wouldn’t say that if it wasn’t true.
This poem is beautiful. l was a homeless teen and always wanted a night like this no matter how it ended.
I imagine. My life was blessed with a home, despite it’s shortcomings :) and this night, was everything I imagined it could be, at the time:)
A wonderful jump in the past! Great poem, man!
thanks 🫶
Beautiful ✨