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Quadrille – 7

18 Apr

The gym, dimly lit metal chairs lined up against the wall.

The DJ wearing thick black glasses. I took mine off before I went in.

Hair combed back in a duck’s ass, pompadour and slick with Vitalis ,

scanning girls but afraid to ask.

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Posted by on April 18, 2016 in Poetry

 

16 responses to “Quadrille – 7

  1. Linda Kruschke

    April 18, 2016 at 4:59 pm

    At first read, I thought it was the DJ with the hair combed back, but as I reread to try to find the missing “twist” (which I did not find), I saw that it was you with the hair. Very clever.

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    • ZQ

      April 18, 2016 at 6:14 pm

      Well… isn’t that a twist 🙂

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  2. kanzensakura

    April 18, 2016 at 5:14 pm

    Fun quadrille. My aunt used to date a guy with a DA and pegleg pants so tight, 7 year old me christened him Zipper Legs, to my aunt’s chagrin

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    • ZQ

      April 18, 2016 at 6:16 pm

      haha yup! and white socks with black pants

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  3. whimsygizmo

    April 18, 2016 at 5:21 pm

    Great piece. I’m not seeing any version of the word “twist,” but I think it’s as simple as this:
    Hair twisted back into a duck’s ass…

    😉 (Which is a fantastic descriptive visual, by the way.)

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    • ZQ

      April 18, 2016 at 6:16 pm

      The piece was a twist :-0 obviously to subtle 🙂

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  4. lillian

    April 18, 2016 at 5:36 pm

    ohhhh those cruel cruel days of middle school dances — high school dances nowadays are much more sophisticated. The twisted cruelty of those folding chairs and standing and (for the girls in those days) waiting to be asked. And thinking your prince charming would come and then this guy with Vitalis in his hair come! 🙂

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    • ZQ

      April 18, 2016 at 6:19 pm

      haha yup! We ended up going steady and wearing my ring… for a few months anyways 🙂

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  5. Victoria C. Slotto

    April 18, 2016 at 6:49 pm

    And I was one of those girls, hoping you would has me to dance. Those were the “good old days,” but the hair! And I guess I’m getting old.

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  6. Grace

    April 18, 2016 at 7:34 pm

    I recall my uncle’s hair, slick with vitalis ~ What fun ZQ ~ Thanks for twisting us along 🙂

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  7. She

    April 18, 2016 at 11:09 pm

    This made me smile. 🙂

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  8. Sumana Roy

    April 19, 2016 at 2:22 am

    quite a twist 🙂

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  9. Bodhirose

    April 19, 2016 at 11:48 pm

    I remember those excruciating days of dances where girls always waited to be asked to dance. I was one of them! It never occurred to me that the boys were shy too and under so much pressure. Thanks for the memories! 🙂

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  10. mishunderstood

    April 20, 2016 at 6:13 am

    I remember the awkwardness for both parties, but this makes me appreciate the pressure put on the male side of things. I liked “pompadour and slick with Vitalis”….the phrase that is…haha.

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  11. Truedessa

    April 20, 2016 at 8:05 pm

    And did you finally ask for that dance?

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    • ZQ

      April 20, 2016 at 9:10 pm

      haha yes, I was eventually asked to join a group to go under the bleachers outside for a few beers and some kisses 😮 then went back in to dance and won a twisting contest… go figure? We did go steady for awhile. 🙂 (Being on the soccer team helped, I think… or maybe it was the vitalis and slathering my father’s old Spice aftershave.)

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