Feb 6, 2021
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I Imagine Cohen
06 February 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: what’s your hero doing?
I step out of my own shower, and I think of Cohen, hands in the pocket of his loose bathrobe, tapping his foot on the side of the tub while Marianne and Suzanne keep whispering in his head, his head so dark and torn by whole centuries of words. He threatens the voices with the tune in his head, and loses the robe. He considers…
