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.


  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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