"I started writing hundred of poems and sending them out. You know poetry doesn't pay anything, it was just a form I needed. Kind of a passionate, pleasurable, selfish, nice form where you can scream a bit. I guess I needed to scream a little bit." C. Bukowski
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
day one hundred and forty-eight : swimsuit season
if swimsuit season comes
i'll have to shave down there
i notice
as i put on my seamless undies
before getting into bed
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