B Roll

We all try to describe

what we love

how we love

what happens when

a stranger sat near me

on the Chinese bus to DC

he asked me

to describe who

and what I’ve loved.

I am not

a chronological person

some people go

from young to old

now to then

they know years

and information.

He was a lawyer.

He asked questions they teach

when you become

a journalist

lawyer American Historian

who what where when

parts of a story. I told him

how Mike fell in love

on the telephone and I

loved Mike for that. He wanted

to know how old Mike was had he ever

been married. After a while

he understood my story

was about how Mike’s heart

he could never explain what happened

how Mike’s heart

he worried it was closed because

he couldn’t feel the way he wanted

even though he tried

date after date

Mike’s heart opened

on the telephone by a woman

whose voice went

right through him and he knew

that was what he loved.

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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