UBER dream

Every once in a while, I can remember a dream. But not too often.

A few nights ago
I had
an atypical dream.
My dreams are not
political. I do not
overturn capitalism
in my dreams or shout
Black Lives Matter
They are usually soft
and gentle, in jungles
or beaches green
and slow
and well intentioned.
Friday I can’t say why
I dreamt about UBER
and how the drivers
have no protection
and why that
is bad for everyone
and about the idea
of us and how we
all choose different battles
and I haven’t picked
Uber but maybe those
drivers at the
mercy of a telephone app
those drivers
need help. And then I tried
to change my dream
move over somewhere else
back into the Puerto
Rican rain forest or
Long Beach Island but
I woke up saying UBER
out loud.

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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