ANDREA COHEN

REVIEW

Sam, the bellman, was extremely helpful. We loved dining at the edge of the cliff. The woman who took our coats was very pleasant and promised to give them back. Our room had a window and an adjoining room. There were people above us, and we heard every sound they made. It sounded like happiness, and when we complained to the management, nothing happened. The bed was small, and it was hard to not remember the past. The television only played detective shows, episodes in which the main young character, a woman, fell off a cliff. Or jumped. It was never clear. There were too many menus to choose from. The terrace was above the sea. There was a jar of clouds, but we could not reach it.

Andrea Cohen’s eighth poetry collection, The Sorrow Apartments, is forthcoming from Four Way Books. She directs the Blacksmith House Poetry Series in Cambridge, MA.