we talked a while longer
then I said goodbye
hangup
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.
Charles Bukowski, me, from "Love is a Dog from Hell", 1977
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