Charles Bukowski
and the bookstore clerk
“Why do you like Bukowski?
He’s such a chauvinist”
Looking up, I took a breath and bit the inside of my right lower check in thought.
"He’s blunt, raw, honest, clear... yeah, he’s honest and clear and doesn’t give a fuck.
I don’t read him to fantasize, I’d never fuck him.
I read him and I laugh.
He see's the beauty I see when a pigeon shits and it hits the ground, he hears it hit too. He notices.
If our lives overlapped in time and space, and I saw him in the street, I would have probably pitied him. He would have liked my legs and that would have creeped me out. But, I wouldn’t give a fuck.
(2015)
