Blind Date 

I drive all the way to Baltimore for a blind date with a Chekhov scholar. The tremor in his hands, the way his sugar rises as he eats three carrots.  His soft-yolk eyes dancing helplessly. In the ladies' room, blink at the uncertain…

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