Last night, wandering Soho through the unending rain like a forlorn, unwanted cat. At moments, I actually felt triumphant hopping from sidewalk to sidewalk, trying to dodge the rain by walking through small alleyways. Somehow, I miraculously came across Housing Works Cafe on Crosby street and felt such a welcoming sense of relief while entering.Continue reading “The Annex”
Author Archives: Mabel Lee
After Robert Hass
What does this mean? I do not mean to say these things. I do not say these things. They look at me and try to spoon the answer out from under my eyelids, from the gums of my teeth: They find the kind of red which does not describe the curtain, or the bedspread. AContinue reading “After Robert Hass”
Pásame el plato de mi hijo.
Pásame el plato de mi hijo. at a certain point, there came someone else to serve. the salt water wiped off, the sex tucked up in white. this moving thing, which has quit your innards and moves towards your breast. this was the resolved course of your life. blond, blue. the desperate sleeps, a littleContinue reading “Pásame el plato de mi hijo.”
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