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| Photograph - Alex Waterhouse-Hayward |
Marla was caught in a maelstrom and a widening
mesh. She dreamt of wolf-dogs in Central Park. Winter came, and she would
wander about after every snowfall, sometimes in the midst of a storm. But she
didn’t neglect her court cases. She had a wolf’s silver eyes in court. Lawyers
were frightened to sue her firm. Marla would tear witnesses apart, Marla went
for the throat. But she couldn’t visit Little Sister again, wouldn’t make those
excursions across the Henry Hudson Bridge. The Bronx fell out of her dreams.
Little
Sister from Jerome Charyn’s Bitter Bronx – Thirteen Stories
The little duchess
The electric dark of the King Cole
The cat lady's kiss
Seducing a cockroach
The little duchess
The electric dark of the King Cole
The cat lady's kiss