Coffees of the Western Hemisphere

The coffee of at the gas station I’m the afternoon driver, half ‘n’ half not flavored please, as long as it’s liquid, styrofoam cup, $1.99. The coffee that is a trick: at home, 7 pm, who needs it, but to write, I have coffee. The coffee after dinner everyone was served at once, under stainless […]

Looks

Here I am at the Met. Here I am in my new dress. Yes, that is me. Look, look. The feminist and the philosopher in me are fretful, though, about me putting my own picture out, “posting” it is the verb, like soldiers are posted somewhere. Do people now know that I care about how I […]

Here and Elsewhere at New Museum

Once I was actually at the museum, with a guy who looked Muslim on one side of me and a guy who wore a yarmulkah on the other, I remembered ninth grade geography. My ninth grade geography teacher always did the middle east first. Get it over with, he said. Too depressing. For me, it […]

Hot

My mouth and forehead all wrinkled up with frustration about Ferguson, I walked five blocks to get coffee. The guy ahead of me on the sidewalk wore a peach and white striped sweater and he looked great in that color and he smelled like weed. A mom and her daughter carried plastic bags of groceries up […]