Charles Bukowski
she writes
continually
like a long nozzle
spraying
the air,
and she argues
continually;
there is nothing
I can say
that is really not’
something else, so,
I stop saying;
and finally
she argues herself
out the door
saying
something like—
I’m not trying to
impress myself
upon you.
 
but I know
she will be
back, they always
come back.
 
and
at 5 p.m.
she was knocking at the door.
 
I let her in.
 
I won’t stay long, she said,
if you don’t want me.
 
it’s all right, I said,
I’ve got to take a
bath.
 
she walked into the kitchen and
began on the
dishes.
 
it’s like being married:
you accept
everything
as if
it hadn’t happened.
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