In Awe of the Texas Tornado

For Kerry Von Erich

I sat glued to the TV,
every adolescent Saturday afternoon.
At the glistening, visual buffet.

Waiting with admiring eyes to see.
The tanned muscles that made me swoon.
I sat glued to the TV.

At school, I’d be filled with glee.
Pretending he was mine, singing entrance tune.
At the glistening, visual buffet.

Dark brown curls flowed free,
giving the Tornado Punch a boon.
I sat glued to the TV.

Always a main event, the Emcee
revved the crowd into a typhoon.
At the glistening visual buffet.

Truly special was he;
as bright as the sun at high noon.
I sat glued to the TV.
At the glistening, visual buffet.

Shontay Luna is a life long Chicagoan who wouldn’t have it any other way. Her work has appeared in AnthologyofChicago.com, Anti-Heroine Chic and Rigorous. Hobbies include counting the words the stumble through her mind and disbelieving sudden nightly shadows.

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