ashes
I got his ashes, she said, and I took them
out to sea and I scattered his ashes and
they didn’t even look like ashes
and
the urn was weighted with
green and blue pebbles...
he didn’t leave you any of his
millions?
nothing, she said.
after having to eat all those breakfasts
and lunches and dinners with him? after
listening to all his bullshit?
he was a brilliant man. you know what I mean.
anyhow, I got the ashes. and you fucked
my sisters.
I never fucked your sisters.
yes, you did.
I fucked one of them.
which one?
the lesbian, I said, she bought me dinner and drinks,
I had very little choice.
I’m going, she said.
don’t forget your bottle.
she went in and got it.
there’s so little to you, she said, that when you die and
they burn you they’ll have to add almost all green and
blue pebbles.
all right, I said.
I’ll see you in 6 months! she screamed and slammed the door.
well, I thought, I guess in order to get rid of her I’ll have
to fuck her other sister. I walked into the bedroom and started
looking for phone numbers. all I remembered was that she
lived in San Mateo and had a very good.
job.
Altre opere di Charles Bukowski...
