When the Cult Came (County Route 20)

A while ago when the cult came

to upstate New York they’d been in Vermont

I went to hear Father John he’d been a carnival barker

in a small town in Ohio  thousands of followers now

a conduit he said for a higher power

he wore tight jeans and cowboy boots

You Never Know What Jesus Looks Like

he said, and then he had his shiny faced disciples

pass around sugarless  gluten free cookies

and we took them but Martha was clear:

“that’s not a cookie,” she said, and then

“I don’t think he’s Jesus either.”

 

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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