I told my lover today
I had finally put the socks she gave me on
in the right order: the one marked “L”
on the left foot, the one marked “R”
on the right. She laughed,
all the way from Hungary.
It is so good to have things
to laugh about in love,
where things can get too serious
so quickly, and a certain lightness
of being is crucial, both to good sex
and good spirits. And to sound sleep.
I love these socks
she chose for me. I also love
her quick way to laughter,
the golf swing she showed me
the other day in the backyard,
without even stopping to laugh
at my own. This, I said to myself,
is generosity, this is love— blessedly,
with a sense of left and right.