<b>Poems of heartbreak and sex, self-care and self-critique, urban adventures and love on the road from the millennial queen and comedy sensation.</b><br> <b> </b><br>In these short, captivating lyrics, Catherine Cohen, the one-woman stand-up chanteuse who electrified the downtown NYC comedy scene in her white go-go boots, and who has been posting poignant, unfiltered poems on social media since before Instagram was a thing, details her life on the prowl with her beaded bag; she ponders guys who call you "dude" after sex, true love during the pandemic, and English-major dreams. "I wish I were smart instead of on my phone," Cat Cohen confides; "heartbreak, / when it comes, and it will come / is always new." A Dorothy Parker for our time, a Starbucks philosophe with no primary-care doctor, she’s a welcome new breed of everywoman--a larger-than-life best friend, who will say all the outrageous things we think but never say out loud ourselves.<br><br>in L.A. we got naked and swam in the ocean<br>we ate cured meats and carrots<br>& sat in the back of a red pickup truck<br>like we were in a film where two old friends fight<br>& wrestle their way into a hug<br>heave-sobbing as the dust settles<br>I want to be famous for being the first person<br>who never feels bad again