This Building

Some of  us lived here so many years

tenement with a beige lobby

until the landlord’s son  painted the lobby

pool table green we say hello  familiar strangers  know

some of each other’s secrets.  My first neighbor

long gone she called herself Mrs. Israel

I would visit once in a while she liked the company

liked me to leave too Mrs. Israel died

in her apartment occupied next by the building’s

first drag queen I have one of his yellow dresses  when

he fell in love with a married investment banker

they moved in together to Greenwich Connecticut

could they still be together now  Mrs. Israel a week before

she died knocked on the door  first and only time.

The couch was purple velvet then.

Just in case is how she began.  I have

to tell you there wasn’t a Mr. Israel.

The best kind of husband she explained.

Never there.



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.


Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

%d bloggers like this: