about pain

my first and only wife
painted
and she talked to me
about it:
“it’s all so painful
for me, each stroke its
pain…
one mistake and
the whole painting is
ruined
you will never under-
stand the
pain…”

“look, baby,” I
said, “why doncha do
something easy–
something ya like ta
do?

she just looked at me
and I think it was her
first understanding of
the tragedy of our being
together.

such things usually
begin
somewhere.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1983
Source
Original manuscript