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 10, 2011
Jaunty Esmirada holds Filtered sunlight through the genteel Windows
In its posh Grange Avenue address, With ‘Esmirada Prefers Visa’ signs that litter The lower skylines,
And the promise of return for Better weathers and renewed hope.
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