three hours late for dinner in Baltimore

it took me three

hours

to find

her, the girl

in Baltimore,

down by Fells Point.

but finally

i did, though late for dinner.

she served me

her go

to dish,

which was salmon.

it sat on the table

dry as

parchment paper,

a long dyed

strip of farm raised fish

from Kroger's,

made pink,

fried

in a pan

with oil,

then topped off with her mother's

dill

sauce.

my car was towed

that night,

and 

the bone may

still be stuck in my throat.

have i told you that it

was raining too?

yes.

it was.