Charles Bukowski

me

women don’t know how to love,
she told me.
you know how to love
but women just want to
leech.
I know this because I’m a
woman.
 
hahaha, I laughed.
 
so don’t worry about your breakup
with Susan
because she’ll just leech onto
somebody else.
 
we talked a while longer
then I said goodbye
hungup
went into the crapper and
took a good beershit
mainly thinking, well,
I’m still alive
and have the ability to expell
wastes from my body.
and poems.
and as long as that’s happening
I have the ability to handle
betrayal
loneliness
hangnail
clap
 
and the economic reports in the
financial section.
 
with that
I stood up
wiped
flushed
then thought:
it’s true:
I know how to
love.
 
I pulled up my pants and walked
into the other room.
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