The Cecil

So if I were to do this DON’T MISS THIS guidebook in poems (my friend LISA said she’d BUY ONE and then GO to the places I suggested!)
I’d include restaurants. Maybe a quarter of the book would be FOODISH. So many restaurant reviews remind me of seventh grade reviews: I liked this book because.

The Cecil
210 West 118th Street New York City

Favorite yoga teacher
Jill, her devotees
3 women wearing earrings
and nice looking shoes
we took her to dinner.

To The Cecil cool
but not cold not skinny hipster
Harlem place wide rooms
the people who work there
know how to say hello
and then, there’s the food
Himachi, tofu, African skewers,
roti even mac and cheese.

We would all go back.

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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