Ping Pong Is Better Than Poetry Because….

by Jennifer Doering

I can smash the hell out of that
pingy, zingy little ball

I can grunt and snort and
make my shots
No sibilance in me

Ping pong never makes me
count out beats
or listen for assonance
or consonance
anaphora
of my thwacking paddle
racking up points;

My shots
in conception are perfection
in execution, may be out
But I know beyond
a shadow of a doubt
When I am done, when I have won
the game.