What Love Looks Like

 

Man in my class so many years ago

at the Goddard Riverside Senior Center man in my class named Michael

large and soft our whole class

cleaned his apartment  he had one sweater

light blue so many empty pizza boxes

he’d wanted to be an opera singer

auditioned all his life never got even one part

Michael sat next to a former Jesuit priest

named Pat at an audition to sing on Kol Nidre

and although he didn’t get the part, again,

he got Pat.

 

 

 

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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