“What’s broken can always be fixed. What’s fixed will always be broken.”

It’s such a gorgeous spring day here in San Francisco, and this was such a gorgeous song to be shuffled up for my lunchtime stroll. It’s one of two songs about being in someone’s arms on Lekman’s 2007 album Night Falls Over Kortedala. I wrote about the other one not long ago.

Lekman is one of our only great modern pop poets of love. He understands how joy and pain can’t be completely separated, how the past is alive in the present, how there can even be beauty in accidentally cutting your finger open while slicing an avocado, if you’re sharing the moment with the right person. Even if that person is sort of the reason you accidentally cut your finger open in the first place.