Another one of the loves of my life, Kim, and me in "my" booth at Cafe Largo, "the hippest club in LA" after mine and Eve Brandstein's Poetry In Motion weekly poetry gathering was asked to relocate there when it opened to help draw the crowds, and it did.
I'm around fifty in this shot (c. 1992) where Kim is helping me select some of my poems to read (I always brought piles of poems so I could make last minute choices and changes), some written to her. We were living together at the time and I referred to her after we met as "my last wife" which I believed she would be. But life happens and it didn't work out the way I thought it would. Which life (at least my life) had and still has a way of doing.
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