Tanya's Legs
Sunday, July 26, 2015
It would be the end of his career; not even his Phi Beta Kappa key would save him. But he was addicted to Tanya, and he couldn’t cut it off. His students must have known. Tanya always sat in the front row, purring at him under her breath.
“Language is monstrous,” he’d say, trying not to look at
Tanya’s legs. “Sentences are made with the Devil’s own music.”
“What does that mean?” asked Sheleela of Sheridan Avenue.
“Look at the way we group animals. We say a herd of elephants
or an army of caterpillars. That’s sensible isn’t it? But what about zebras?”
Sheleela stared at him. “Don’t zebras have their herd?”
“Perhaps,”said Milo. “But we still talk about a zeal of
zebras, a rumba of rattlesnakes, and a shiver of sharks.”
Milo's Last Chance from Jerome Charyn's Bitter Bronx- Thirteen Stories
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
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
