When a Friend Dies

When a good friend dies

you want to do

what the friend would want you to do

no one hopes their friends would

stand around grey wall to wall rugs

at Riverside Funeral Home whole place

looks like the an air freshener if an air freshener

were a building all those men in Halloween suits

Sandy Kadet  AIDS so many years ago he said when I leave

please go to Takashima  buy a dress to wear

not that I don’t like your clothing but you know

how much I love Takashima then go out to eat

somewhere without overhead lighting

take someone you like with you Japanese

my first choice he said though I

won’t be with you then.

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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