How Much Do You Know About the People Next Door

When we bought our house
woman down the road
mother of triplets
in their forties
she’d had three husbands
came to visit
another neighbor whispered
that she’d murdered
two husbands
third died
a reasonable death
heart attack
I can believe it
even though she was
a good Methodist you
don’t usually think
of good Methodists that way her name
was Beulah and I kind
of liked her when she
died some of us went
next door to the cemetery
old Mrs. Parker
more genteel that most
people here she took me
aside I’m not sure why
did you know that Beulah
killed two of them
she began and told
me another version of the story
with her own surprise
ending. I wish I could
have killed him off
she said and then she
smiled at me, genteel
again.

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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