Part III

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!