NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2013 - Page 112

By PAM LASKIN Another Gulf Motel Richard Blanco’s Reading at City College, 4/24/2013 You asked me to come to the Gulf Stream Motel, but I had been there years ago, in Miami; it may have had another name, but the same fatigued façade shadowed by huge high-rises the Fontainebleau Hotel. It may have had different ghosts, no tios or tias abuelo or abuela, but uncles, aunts, grandparents who schlepped around in Woolworth’s attire; you say housecoats I say schmatas; and my aunts had Hershey’s kisses instead of mints. The smells were different not white rice with picadillo, but schmaltz, lots of it, on rye bread on my grandmother’s worn hands, even the salami sandwiches had schmaltz added, 110 so when I ran on the beach I was known by my odorssweat and sour, no dinners at diners; I know you know what I mean. BRN-FALL-2013.indb 110 9/13/13 12:48 AM