Even More Cowgirls

Outside, it's turning warm. Folks in the less respectable tenements are beginning to take the evening air from their fire escapes.

Down the street, the Puerto Rican husbands have moved their domino games onto the sidewalks.

The little bow-wows and woof-woofs are starting to pant again.

Even Cowgirls

You darling. What's happening? You're holed up on East Tenth Street growing pale.

Pale as a phantom tangled in lace curtains.

Pale as the foam on a maniac's lips.

Even Cowgirls Get The Blues

A prairie ant helped itself to the spoils, the first ant in the history of the Dakotas to make off with a globule of Iranian caviar.

He or she will go down in the Ant Hall of Fame.

Tight

The Big Apple, polished with Rockefeller spit and wiped on the tight pants of a multitude of Puerto Ricans.