Sunday, May 15, 2011


Dear Sweet East Harlem,
I am falling in love with you.
Duane Reade, ready streets, fried plantains
and those 3am Puerto Rican rice and peas.


Your buses come on morning routes still humming.
Panucho, pasteles, Horchata, have I been here before?
Music, music, so much music.


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Anonymous said...

Very, very nice. Sorry I don't have better words. WOW. I googled you and I am blown way in the bets way possible. My new favorite writer. Just wait until the world catches up with you!!

-someone who hopes to know you more