Short Order Poem by Charles Bukowski


Short Order  Poem by Charles Bukowski

Short Order

I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading,
she said.
yes, yes? I asked.
she’s young and pretty, she said.
and? I asked.
she hated your
guts.
then she stretched out on the couch
and pulled off her
boots.
I don’t have very good legs,
she said.
all right, I thought, I don’t have very good
poetry; she doesn’t have very good
legs.
scramble two.

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