Halfway Sorry
Tanka poem — a crappy apology
Published in
Oct 23, 2020
She wipes the counter.
They work at the donut shop.
Cleaning, not talking.
Neither girl likes the other.
One breaks silence with a huff.
Forced by fate’s cruel hand
Words are weapons, tone a shield
She comes out with it
You can be kind of a bitch
Well you have an attitude
Sorry I’m a bitch.
Sorry for my attitude.
Ok are we good?
Yeah girl, we are so good now.
They hug, halfway meaning it.
