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!