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"you know," she said, "you were at 
the bar so you didn't see 
but I danced with this guy. 
we danced and we danced 
close. 
but I didn't go home with him 
because he knew I was with 
you."

"thanks a bunch," I 
said.

she was always thinking of sex. 
she carried it around with her 
like something in a paper 
bag. 
such energy. 
she never forgot. 

she stared at every man available 
in morning cafes 
over bacon and eggs 
or later 
over a noon sandwich or 
a steak dinner.

"I've modeled myself after 
Marilyn Monroe," she told 
me.

"she's always running off 
to some local disco to dance 
with a baboon," a friend once told 
me, "I'm amazed that you've 
stood for it as long as you have."

she'd vanish at race tracks 
then come back and say, 
"three men offered to buy me 
a drink."

or I'd lose her in the parking 
lot and I'd look up and she'd 
be walking along with a strange man. 
"well, he came from this direction 
and I came from that and we 
kind of walked together. I 
didn't want to hurt his 
feelings."

she said that I was a very 
jealous man.

one day she just 
fell down 
inside of her sexual organs 
and vanished.
it was like an alarm clock 
dropping into the 
Grand Canyon. 

it banged and rattled and 
rang and rang 
but I could no longer 
see or hear it.

I'm feeling much better 
now. 

I've taken up tap-dancing 
and I wear a black felt 
hat pulled down low 
over my right 
eye.

-- Charles Bukowski

Tags: Bukowski, poems, poetry, sex

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