Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Crosstown

Exiting the subway and crossing 14th St., I headed to Veselka on First ave. I met you for lunch. I remember it well. I was hurried. It was Wednesday. Ash Wednesday. I watched those around me; the ones with ashes on their foreheads.

It was our third meeting. A New York afternoon in February. The middle of the day; a nice day- seemingly sunny. A moment in time. You looked hungover and I tried not to eat too much.

After we ate, I got a coffee and we walked. We walked through Greenwich village, Little Italy and Soho. Your eyes on me, we talked. We smiled.

And then you headed downtown and I headed back to my harlem haven, where everything was grittier and I felt so belonged.

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