Slowly, Slowly, Alive–South Bronx
This is not the neighborhood for you, my ex-friend said. Eyed through the coffee shop’s sun-collared window a murder of crowing guys storm-trooping down the street as I lit a smoke forgetting I was in AmeriKa. Ex has no idea she’s a dog. She had set out flowered tea cups for coffee the day I wanted to leave my husband…. Read more →