A Car and a Cat (COVID)

Two part bad dream.

I borrowed without telling her (stole?) my friend’s

white Thunderbird for an important errand god knows what

that could have been and I don’t know how to drive

much especially in the city and I brought the car up to

my apartment and managed to park after many tries

and then I worried about how I’d ever get the car back to her garage

downtown without her knowing (how did I get the car in the first place) and so

I had to tell Peter about the car because I knew he would

drive it back downtown no problem and he was annoyed but

not that annoyed and when I opened the car to sit on the

passenger seat Peter was thank the gods driving

my friend’s cat came out of the car and ran away

as fast as possible and I never found her cat.


(I woke up and took a Xanax)

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


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