driving to Baltimore
for the third date.
i took
a wrong turn,
and ended up in a neighborhood
where
Omar
from the Wire used
to live.
it was before
cell phones.
so i couldn't call and tell
her i was lost.
i pulled over
and took out the Atlas Map
and turned
on the dome light
while a group of young
men in hoodies
were trying to pry open
my trunk with a
screwdriver.
quickly i sped away.
an hour later,
i was there, at last.
she wasn't happy though.
i saw
the dried-out piece of farm
raised salmon
on my plate,
a bowl of limp arugula,
and the bottle of wine
now empty.
it was a one and done
final date.
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