We’re Still Waiting and Nervous So I’m Writing About Something Else (COVID)

(This week  in a doctor’s waiting for an annual checkup, I started a new book  called Some People. The first person, in the waiting room too is a former police chief in a bright green velvet jacket that he bought  on line for $30.00. Not all that different from The Last Book, but still. Here’s a poem about Someone Else.)

I teach a writing class for seniors a few times a week

on Zoom and go online a few minutes early to let

students in.  One day this week I was online when the first

student  theatrical doyenne in her late eighties

entered the waiting room entirely naked and I could see

her  long dramatic U shaped breasts right in my line of vision.

Are you OK I asked not entirely sure what to do.  I’m fine

she said but I think today I’ll take the class in bed under

my sheets.  And she did.

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.

2 Comments

  1. Love today’s post. Fabulous image of your student under the covers
    nude and feeling a little illicit. Keep the faith, sweet Esther. It looks like Biden may be able to squeak out a win.

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