Andrea Cohen

My Raincoat Opens Doors for Me
February 14, 2015 Cohen Andrea

My Raincoat Opens Doors for Me

 

It holds a door open above my head.

It’s a door into the sky.

 

The raincoat enters before me,

as a man through revolving doors

 

at the Waldorf Astoria enters the past.

My raincoat can say I love you

 

more than technically possible

or wise in pine cone and French, in

 

dialects of peoples not yet invented.

It says this in the language of smashed

 

lamps and presto, the light reassembles.

There is another door, and another,

 

and there is only one me and one

raincoat and the peonies of doors that keep opening.

Andrea Cohen‘s fifth collection poetry collection is Unfathoming (Four Way Books, 2017.) New poems are forthcoming in The New YorkerThe Threepenny ReviewTikkun, and elsewhere. Cohen directs the Blacksmith House Poetry Series in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and the Writers House at Merrimack College.