THE WEAVE:

…Vesta speaks…

"My dearest friends
do not only tell me

how their Day was.
They send me albums,

without explanation.
They write their own Myths,

and giggle as they place them
in my inbox.  They do

not expect a response.
They only want to hear

the poems, if they are
horizontal, on my couch.

'It's better, when you speak,'
they tell me, 'You can

write about me,
whenever you want.

You know I Love,
a cameo.'"