Right Angles (Day 26 NaMoPo)

Yesterday at a stranger’s

to pick up a manuscript

struck once again by how there are

right angle apartments  everything has a linear

place  a chair is absolutely a chair not a metaphor

for staying in place unfettered it sits there

the way a person might if a person decided to sit.  My

father had a green leather chair one of those very big ones

my mother always said the leather came from Italy

maybe it did and maybe it didn’t and although he often

sat in it holding a newspaper or two or a book

sometimes the book had the word Hebrew in the title

Hebrew more likely than Jewish back then for my father

and my mother too a chair was never at right angles

to anything never just a chair.

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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