dear friends

I forgive you the one you took
off of my pillow
on that court
on Carlton Way.

and I forgive you the other one
you intellectualized with your
creative joy
in Phoenix,
and, after fucking, you both
talking about me.

I forgive you
Joe and Jack and
etc.

they always tell me.
or you tell me
and I’m not interested
except
that I do wonder
why you follow me around to
pick up my droppings.

come follow me now
there might be more….

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1980
Source
Original manuscript
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