Roy Dorman


From the gym floor
she singled me out
for Lady’s Choice,
a slow dance,
and I made my way down
from seven rows up
in the bleachers,
past snickering buddies,
and danced with her to Skeeter Davis’
“The End of the World,”
thinking I should tell Father Ziegler soon
I wouldn’t be going to the seminary in the Fall.

Roy Dorman enjoys short poetry, short fiction, and quirky little bios.