“Shut up,” she said. And then Alicia startled me. She reached under her veil with one finger and flicked away a tear.

“I loved to be their lookout. I’d dance in the street, while Uncle Tiny bust his balls, carrying sinks on his back. And my other tío, this old man. I always danced for him, like Salome. I haven’t danced ever since. Now I live…”

Alice’s Eyes from Jerome Charyn’s Bitter Bronx –Thirteen Stories

The Colt
Tanya's Legs 
Dee - Eddie Carmel clung to her bones
The Polish Rider at the Frick
Wolf dogs in Central Park
The little duchess 
The electric dark at the King Cole
The cat lady's kiss 
Seducing a cockroach