tanka, other poetry, & insignificant writings of janet lynn davis
Thursday, January 14, 2016
in the Air
Janet Lynn Davis (prose) and Susan Burch (tanka)
catch myself staring at the cracks in her thickly applied pink lipstick. Then
it happens. Something from somewhere lands in one of my eyes,
aggravating a contact lens and as per usual triggering a
the eleventh hour, just as I need to get serious about my required
research paper, my Freshman English instructor, via swift
strokes with her red pen, presses me to switch to a more-traditional
(aka stodgy) topic. That's why I'm now sitting here in her dank
little office behind the classroom: to assert myself.
a flash, her face freezes as she no doubt notices the waterworks.
“Okay. You can go ahead with it,” she sheepishly acquiesces. “I
was only afraid things would get too psychological for me.” With
that, she officially approves my original topic: Why
probably wasn't the first time tears saved me. I run with it.
blink my eye
a lash out—
back at me
those unfamiliar with U.S. university curriculums, "Freshman
English" refers to a first-year English literature and
composition course (or courses).
vol 9 no. 2, June 2015
Thanks to fellow poet Susan for working on this with me. Was fun to do! By the way, what I write about here (the prose) really did happen.