And I cry and no one can hear.

Most fashionable readers! The weekend looms, and I must retire soon to prepare for it. A brief poemlogue must suffice tonight. And the poemlogue must include the fact that I am appropriating the most fashionable Viv’s form in this poem. Please forgive, dear Viv.

While I was with my hair stylist this week, we were talking about her marriage. She married about seven months ago, and — get this, readers — she was asking me for marital advice! So I reminded her of one of the most fabulous songs EVER. It can be found in the video below.

And I am not ashamed to say that the song in the video below is on my iPod. And that I have listened to it over one hundred times in the past year or so. And that I tear up sometimes while listening to it (except for the part that tells us not to read beauty magazines — rubbish, I tell you. Rubbish!). I am not ashamed!

Advice Being a Form of Nostalgia

Silence ["Silence. Period. That's all the advice you're getting from me, betches!" says rest-of-poem.]

Non-Poem P.S. / We Want a Fast Car!

It’s Friday, and I’m taking a late lunch. Barry White is playing on the easy listening station we’re listening to at the office. I just ate a banana. Life is good. And since life is good, and since Viv is going to be on the road for a few days and may not be able to fashionably post as much as she usually does (we are all going to miss you, Dearest Viv, but I shall be the one who misses you the most!), I started thinking about road trips. Then I started to think about road trips that Viv and I could take together.

Now, I realize that if Viv and I were to take a road trip together, it would probably end up like this:

Still: the lure of the open road beckons. But I can’t decide which car we should drive! What do you think, Viv? What do you think, Dearest, Most Fashionable Readers?

Reference the Graphic of Fashion below before you vote in the poll, if need be.

Which Car Should Vivienne and Zelda Take on Their Road Trip?
( polls)

Because Often Life Interrupts

vivienne is posting her poem quite early stop vivienne is about to embark on a four-day travel binge stop so she is trying to get ahead stop not knowing if this is entirely possible stop expect delays stop expect the unexpected stop expect perhaps a few short poems stop do not hold this against vivienne stop if you miss her imagine her belting along to barbara streisand stop as her car floats down the freeway

Nights

Is gone bye-bye.