poem “Vacant Spaces (dreams 4/10/20)”, a dreams poem about the usualy feelings of not belonging or abandonment in your own family, and how your parter, a non-blood relative to your family, can get along better with your family than you, By Chicago Poet Janet Kuypers

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See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Vacant Spaces (dreams 4/10/20)” and her Periodic Table Twitter Verse poem “Boron nitride stretching” live 8/27/20 during the Virtual Austin Poetry Society New World Poetry open mic (from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera; on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr).

See a Facebook live video stream of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Vacant Spaces (dreams 4/10/20)” and her Periodic Table Twitter Verse poem “Boron nitride stretching” live 8/27/20 during the Virtual Austin Poetry Society New World Poetry open mic (from a Samsung S9 camera).

Enjoy this YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her Down in the Dirt 1-4/24 “The Limits of Language” book poems “Vacant Spaces (dreams 4/10/20)”, & “Surmising the Semblance (dreams 4/14/20)”, & “Travel Through Space” (+ showing show images 1 & 2) to close her “Poetic License 7/7/24 global open mic” through a Zoom meeting and a Facebook event page (from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 & a Samsung S9 camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Link ed in, Pinterest, Instagram, and Tumblr).
Also enjoy this as a Facebook live video stream that was filmed & streamed live from a Samsung S9 camera and given a Color Film filter; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Link ed in, Instagram, and Tumblr). #janetkuyperspoetry #janetkuypersbookreading #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoeticlicense

Vacant Spaces
(dreams 4/10/20)
Janet Kuypers
4/10/20, on Good Friday
(two days before Easter)
I was at my sister’s house,
like we usually did for holidays
but it wasn’t my sister’s house
everything, per usual,
seemed disjointed
and out of place
this was where I was supposed to be
and though I knew everyone,
no one looked familiar
I remember hearing a young woman
talking in the background
it could have been my nephew’s wife
but I really can’t remember
and I think she said something
about wanting a certain gemstone
and I was trying to understand
if she wanted my birthstone
or one with the name of a famous
Egyptian library, which, in my
twisted mind
meant another gemstone altogether
for as I said, I only heard snippets,
fractured pieces of conversation
so I went to another room,
refilled the wine in my emptying glass
and I heard someone call to me
telling me to come over there
so I said I would be there in a minute
until I walked to the dining room
to see everyone seated and eating
all of my family, even my husband was
seated, nestled between people
and they were all laughing and talking
and connecting together
so I looked around the table
and saw two tiny empty spaces
at the corner of the table
with no chairs, no place settings
and I realized that this was where
me, and maybe another sister
were supposed to be
but with no chair, plates, silverware
and no one noticing I was forgotten
I backed away and thought
I don’t need to eat anyway
if this is the amount of thought
they put into me

my hand to an anim of jkchair