Paseo

pork-stained fingertips,
tracing the slathered urban
plight, hot off the press

Cicchetti

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

Street Treats

dessert first, she said,
pressing two snickerdoodles
deeper into cream

Tavern Law

lithe dancer, you are
green, wanton, casting
light against the darkest world

Voula's Offshore Cafe

the lingered beauty
as you burst like a dying
star, a crying child

Monsoon

meow, pussy cat-fish,
you play not with balls of yarn —
your fate is greater

Chiso

a reborn belly
draws breath from salty udon,
strands wet with wanting

Baguette Box

grey on sky-blue grey
lapping at the dock; meanwhile
lemongrass cloaks beef