ONCE

 

Me and Kim, one of the loves of my life, c. 1990 in my booth at Largo in West Hollywood. I was preparing for the weekly poetry reading I ran with my Poetry In Motion partner Eve Brandstein, and Kim was helping. The day after the night I met her I told all my friends I'd met "my last wife" and meant it. We had some great times, got along well, loved each other, but something happened and the connection dimmed and we drifted apart. We kept in touch for a while, then lost touch, as too often happened in my life. But the memories are so sweet.