Bikini, or a Woman Named Micky


As a young girl I wore a yellow bikini

body straight and thin our neighbor

Charles Currano said: Esther  you

look like a number 2 pencil.  He was right.


Two fuchsia bikinis in a row.  The first was skimpy.

The second  a little bit more modest.


Then when my body became

another body, still mine but body parts

in other places, I wore one piece

bathing suits called tanks.


A few weeks ago a woman

named Mickey, 83, in Sarasota, she

came to the pool in her bright red

beautiful two piece. Her real body

looked good.  Where’s yours she asked?

I have one now.

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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