What a Poem Can Do, Maybe

Yesterday first time
in Way Too Long
I went
to the New York
Society Library
53 West 79
one of my all time favorite places
on this earth.
Happy just to walk in.
Books, places to read them.
Desks in corners
throughout the open stacks.
I wrote an introductory poem
read part of a random book
about Benjamin Disraeli,
took home Eileen Myles new anthology
(Eileen Myles!) and wondered why
I don’t go there
every single day.
What we do
why we do it
a subject for book
after book. Not mine.
Maybe I’ll
just try
a poem.

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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