With Lines From Emily Dickinson
Friday, July 31, 2015
He was the
fifty years old, with the haunted handsomeness of Steve McQueen. He wasn’t
interested in starlets and gorgeous lady chemists. He went after waifs. He
would seduce them with lines from Emily Dickinson about a wounded deer and
voyages into eternity. And then he would pounce. There was nothing flamboyant
about his moves: a single flower, dinner at a quiet bistro, and then a slight
flutter in one eye as Dr. Jekyll turned into Mr. Hyde. It would have been
comical, the tryst in the hotel room, the flower dug into the waif’s hair,
until he started slapping her around. But Marla’s Indians had always been there
for damage control. Hector and Paul would wash the girl’s face, give her ten
thousand in cash, send her home in a cab, wake Marcellus out of his torpor, and
drive the billionaire to his Westchester estate.
Marla from Jerome Charyn’s Bitter Bronx – Thirteen Stories
Laurencia Riley
Flicked away a tear
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
Laurencia Riley
Flicked away a tear
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
