When it Rains in Brooklyn
The rain in New York City tonight is a curtain call none of the harlequins are heeding. Four in an alleyway play catch with a rusty switchblade and two more inside a deli, buy the cheapest beer they can find because they like the taste. Across the street a transgendered punk rock wannabe is arguing with the bartender over the ethics of a vintage fur hat, while the old men outside the gyro shop...
I woke up in a dark room full of doors. Most of them were in a proper place for doors, in walls and with attached hinges, looking like they actually went somewhere. Off to a side in a velvet shadow was a pile of loose ones. I stood up, brushing myself off while I looked at the outline of my body in the dust on the floor. One door led onto a magnificent sunset, across fields of red rock and...
Gulls tooled the air watching the invaders, the beach people with their easy food and tempers. Screaming to each other, plaintive wails above the Jersey surf, they alight to scrap over what you’d thrown into the sand. Beach hamburgers laced with grit, washed down with gasps of ocean air became the strength that flowed into your sickly body, now turning gold and healthy beneath the July...