It Wasn’t a Waltz and it Wasn’t a Tango


When he came in and I leapt out from

behind the door, my joyous Boo!

tumbling around the room,

he spun so quickly, crouched

so smoothly, and punched the air so

powerfully Boo never had a chance,

its double O stopped so suddenly two

became one. Spin, crouch, punch—

for five seconds, six, muscle flowing

into muscle. Spin, crouch, punch—

like water around and under rocks.

Then muscles easing, body flexing

back to normal. Goddamn it, boy!

It wasn’t a waltz and it wasn’t a tango,

but oh my god, how my father danced.







Photo by Victoria Garcia


About Author

George Drew was born in Mississippi and lives in upstate New York. He is the author of five collections, most recently The View from Jackass Hill, winner of the 2010 X.J. Kennedy Poetry Prize, Texas Review Press, 2011. His sixth, Fancy’s Orphan, will be published in 2015 by Tiger Bark Press; his chapbook, Down & Dirty, in June, 2015 by Texas Review Press. Recently Drew was an Honorable Mention in the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Award and his poem will appear in the Paterson Literary Review; another poem was a finalist for the Knightville Poetry Contest and will appear in The New Guard; another was the winner of the St. Petersburg Review Poetry Contest and will appear in Issue 8; one of his Southern poems was selected for inclusion in the anthology Down to the Dark River and will be published in 2015 by Louisiana Literature Press.

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