My wife’s the one who brought me Kevin.
She’s known around the world for doing stuff like that.
If we happen to be together,
she’ll gift me little things
right on the spot
like that one time
not the one we drive through when visiting Fort Drum
but the real one
where we saw the Czechoslovak puppeteers
and she went right up to them and said,
“My boyfriend has a question for you”
and thumbed in my direction
when I didn’t have a question
And if she’s off
on one of those old-lady walks she likes so much to take
she’ll bring the little gifties home
when she good-and-well decides
the time has come for feeling something like
and she’ll gift them to me then.
Sometimes she’ll bring me stories,
other times she’ll bring me ginko leaves or such-like stuff –
you know the kind of stuff –
stuff designed to let me know how smart I am
to love her.
And this time
she brought Kevin.