you were one of the best female poets and I told the publishers, editors, “ Her, print her, she’s mad but she’s magic, there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn’t happen.
- Charles Bukowski, from An Almost Made Up Poem
Sunday, April 3, 2011
In my head I've awoken up with the impression you left on my sheets In my head You've left my glasses by the sink stained with the print of your lips In my head Your cigarette ends are pinched and pitched for my plastic bin
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