112
Spanish
Harlem
Hot
words
spewed
from
dog
stained
fire
hydrants
in
a
sweltering
Spanish
Harlem
July
noche
Vatos
sat
on
concrete
stoops
comparing
nine
and
ten
millimeter
chrome
plated
equalizers,
pretty
mamacitas
Flashed
Ladysmith.38’s
and
legs
all
the
way
to
heaven,
they
all
knew
a
double
tap
was
a
one
way
ticket
to
gone.
By
Catfish
McDaris