She pulled her dress off
over her head
and I saw the panties
indented somewhat into the
crotch.

It’s only human.
Now we’ve got to do it.
I’ve got to do it
after all that bluff.
it’s like a party—
two trapped
idiots.

under the sheets
after I have snapped
off the light
her panties are still
on. She expects an
opening performance.
I can’t blame her. but
wonder why she’s here with
me? Where are the other
guys? How can you be
lucky? Having someone the
others have abandoned?

We didn’t have to do it
yet we had to do it.
It was something like
establishing new credibility
with the income tax
man. I get the panties
off. I decide not to tongue her. even then
I’m thinking about
after it’s over.

We’ll sleep together
tonight
trying to fit ourselves
inside the wallpaper.

I try, fail,
notice the hair on her
head
mostly notice the hair
on her
head
and a glimpse of
nostrils
piglike

I try it again.

—Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

You boys can keep your virgins, give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen.

Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

In this land some of us fuck more than
we die but most of us die
better than we fuck.

—Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell