Is There Ever a Day Without a Poem?

My neighbor  big man

works in podcasts

one day he and his boyfriend had a fight

we heard the fight

went to the basement to sleep

in the storeroom (I heard this from the super)

closed the door behind him.

The door locked. There he was with apartment 63’s cats.

Locked in. After a few hours the super

got a call from the boyfriend who guessed

about the basement because of actual pajamas

so the super went downstairs and unlocked him.

The super told me this story in the elevator

the next day. That night, I ran into the neighbor

let’s call him Bob. Bob is one of those names.

I ran into Bob and he asked me if there is

ever a day without a poem.

 

 

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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