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Today because we just came back
to the city last night today
because it isn’t raining I got on the bus
instead of writing poems sat next to
a woman named Eileen with a blonde wig
from New Jersey who takes the bus
on her way to Port Authority because
she has bad knees and no longer
takes the subway. I’m on the bus because
it’s a longer ride to 40th and 9th
to the International Grocery Store
and also because I get to talk to Eileen
with a blonde wig from New Jersey who said
her boss is out today (post Jewish holiday)
so Eileen left a little early.
No one will know she left early
(except me, and now you.)
There is a weird computer lady who mangles the reading of your poems. She comes on after your beautiful readings. I can mute her in the upper right. Her name might be Cathy.
This is all I love about NY: the secrets of strangers, good food destinations, bus encounters.
One of my new favorite Esther poems... this poem about Eileen and her blonde wig from New Jersey. Those last two lines land the poem so nicely... and made me grin with delight, too!