i'm just whispering to the void
you just happen to be within earshot
(and this is when you say,
“yay”)
vermont, void, they all start with v
(and this is when you say,
“just like vegetables
yes hmm”)
vicarious victories thought out over two cups of chai
vanilla, of course
i'm writing a poem to you in your house
mellifluous compositor, teach me your ways
of the old and the new, and the ashen tray
the pinball festival was just okay
it was too loud there, father led me astray
i don't normally rhyme, in poems i must
but now i am speaking in some sort of trust
a bond between sisters, unequally shared
a twelve-alarm sitter, how beautiful! rare!