"Name This Poem" by Vicki Iorio
A poem
Name This Poem
I can’t name this poem, maybe, you can. It’s like Name That Tune. Who was the host of that game show? All those game show hosts looked like Ken dolls without internal organs except Alex Trebek. We know he had a pancreas. A game show host who died of pancreatic cancer Who is_______________________________ The son of the best man at my wedding won a boat load of cash on Jeopardy. It turns out the best man at my wedding is the better man. A lawyer in Ohio, he reminds me of Jimmy Stewart, a wonderful life in a gingerbread house framed by a happy wife and weeping willows. I no longer weep about my life. I broom clean the bad years. My daughter and I watch Jeopardy. She runs the math and science categories. I ace literature every time. Impressed, she asks me why I fucked up my life.
About the poet:
Vicki Iorio is the author of the poetry collections Poems from the Dirty Couch, Local Gems Press, Not Sorry, Alien Buddha Press and the chapbooks Send Me a Letter, dancinggirlpress and Something Fishy, Finishing Line Press, The Blabbermouth. Alien Buddha Press. Her poetry has appeared in numerous print and on-line journals including The Painted Bride Quarterly, Rattle, poets respond on line, The Fem Lit Magazine, and The American Journal of Poetry. When Vicki is not writing poems she is either on her Peloton bike or drinking a crisp white wine.