Cicchetti

wield your modesty in more than arugula, than porkfat, than brine

M Bar and Lounge

sleeping tidily in lacquered berths, char and silk, what fine orphanage

Kelly’s Diner

if only we all were soaked in cinnamon and butter and mercy

Jo Jo Taipei

no less a comfort than a mother putting on your other mitten

Pastelaria Broadway

nose, jaw, sunk deeply, losing myself in your fried wiles, dear coxinha