There is this time at the Chinese restaurant
near Jimi Hendrix
’s grave that Kate and I are sharing a bowl of chop suey
She told me to save her the bean sprouts
. Now have you ever heard a request like that? I never had, but I had no objection.
I said, “I will save you all my bean sprouts, baby
, that’s proof of my being in love.
She said she loved me
I said, “I know, Princess Leia”
And she laughed. Oh that is Kate in all her glory
. Smiles aplenty and cheeks all red; eyes squinted up like staring straight into the sun.
I said, “Kate, one day you are going to realize how beautiful you really are
and you are going to leave me for someone much better looking
, someone with more money, or a guitar.”
“No. Well maybe,” and she giggles. “But no one will have loved me more
It was winter in Seattle
and here we were in K-Mart
buying wool socks. Wool socks
because the apartment had wood floors
and our toes turned pink and blue
around the edges after spending the whole day barefoot.
I said, “Kate, you know these are going to make our feet itch.”
We were standing in the check out line and I grabbed her hand. A little boy two carts back said, “Mommy, look,” and mommy said, “Love.”