Real Valentine Candy
A tall, lean bald man sitting ahead of me on the plane has the most beautiful eyes, almost like a drawing of eyes, perfect V-shapes from the sides with glowing violet-blue irises warm with sympathic wit. Next to him, his plump wife with Mixmaster brown hair flying everywhere, searches clumsily for her coat. As they leave, he helps her into it and stands back to let her pass. He said, "I love you, my sweetheart." She says, "Did you take your vitamins?" At the grocery store, a freckled-face young mom pushes a cart full of kids and a Valentine cake. A young dad in a grey business suit goes through the check out stand with a gallon of two percent and a package of Huggies, size four. It's five o'clock and the light outside is grey at the end of the day. The houses we pass on the way home are warm with evening light and the smells of dinner. She says, "Hey, you guys, get in your carseats." They say, "I hate the carseat," and jump into the