Anais Vionet Poet Free verse

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gossips

My Grandmère and I have long, gossipy conversations,
where we fall into our own chatty, slumber party rhythms.

She’s met or knows everyone important, and people tell her things.

They DM her or whisper secrets of lives ordered but loveless,
of careers choked by excesses and indiscretions.

She gets stealthy, leaked business reports of purported fortunes gambled and lost or of innocence wasted in bittersweet embrace - delicious, tangled narratives that expose the gaps between facades and realities that can’t be purchased.

Sometimes we pop popcorn on our private ends of the Atlantic
watch Netflix, share secrets and laugh conspiratorially.
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Songs for this:
Us by Regina Spektor
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee

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Daniel Henry Rodgers July 30, 2024 at 5:25 AM Dear Anais, I miss my grandmother (My mom's mom). She was so hard working and cooked the best farm made meals. Out of her many grandchildren, I knew I was her favorite. Although she was not much of a talker as your Grandmere especially with all the gossip,. LOL! However, my aunt Lottie across the road knew everything about everything people wise and was definitely a gossip. Great poem! - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel Anais Vionet July 30, 2024 at 7:40 AM Yes, you know when you're the favorite but it's hard to say what forms that golden bond.