Yesterday a Friend a Very Good Friend Said
Yesterday a Friend a Very Good Friend Said
Esther what are you going to do With all your poems? Where will you put them? How Will they All Add Up What Will They Say When They Do?
When I was a little girl a very little girl my grandmother lived with us before my Uncle Alex drove up to our door then drove her to LA. We were at 43 Jackson Street Ansonia Connecticut and then we moved oddly enough to 43 Holbrook Street also in Ansonia Connecticut it was not intentional or unconscious either and my grandmother I thought she was wise because she was old she was much younger than I am now my grandmother said to me I was around seven you have a lot of poems, so many poems in your room you never have to do anything with all those poems because they are poems. But now, because of life speeding up and because I live in New York City Upper West Side in particular and because Of Homeland and The Good Wife and Anti-Social Media and because of books and ebooks and because of ambition and NPR and the finite nature of life and because I am a Jew not a Buddhist though I often wish it were otherwise and because I do not meditate when my friend said to me What Will I Do With All These Poems I said I Will Have a TV show or a podcast or I will paint them or make a book or two or turn them into shower curtains or poem wall paper or make an audible app or maybe I will just write poems.