And here’s the coat I bought you, so happy to spend the eight dollars. “Let’s see what we can hide in it,” you said, and pulled me to you, and we giggled as you buttoned up around us both, kissing me cocooned against you, and you tried to walk that way to the cash register, a stride like a vaudeville hobo, with me kissing you and leaning my head back until I thought the buttons would burst, and I unpeeled away to open my purse and look at you, look at you, Ed. So—fucking—beautiful.
“Will you wear it to school?” “Not a chance,” you laughed.
look at bottle cap instead
go through the box