Ida Gordon Lived Next Door

For reasons of This and That

I am writing my biography  piece

of this story: what life looks like

from here what I want to say

more interesting is what

I don’t want to say secrets of life

we hold even now small revelations

of what really happened when

I knew I didn’t fit into the town

the school I knew I didn’t belong

on Holbrook Street, a street I actually loved

sidewalks were broken

actually crooked yellow weeds grew

every year in those cracks because our neighbor

Ida Gordon right next door a woman who

ironed and ironed Ida Gordon did not love

Harry and when I was a very young girl

she told me why and I wrote it right down.

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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