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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

Letter from Too Far

she wrote me a letter from a small
room near the Seine.
she said she was going to dancing
class, she got up, she said
at 5 o’clock in the morning
and typed at poems
or painted
and when she felt like crying
she had a special bench
by the river.
 
her book of Songs
would be out
in the Fall.
 
I did not know what to tell her
but
I told her
to get any bad teeth pulled
and be careful of the French
lover.
 
I put her photo by the radio
near the fan
and it moved
like something
alive.
 
I sat and watched it
until I had smoked the
5 or 6
cigarettes left.
 
then I got up
and went to bed.

#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand

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