her Porsche is a pale pink

she’s gotten very fat
since we split a year ago
but I’m not underweight either

and she has her millionaire
and I have my women that
come and go and then
return

she and I drink and
sleep together
but we no longer
make love

in the mornings I walk her
to her Porsche

we were never married
yet now we are divorced

I wave goodbye to her
as she drives past

then I go in
open my first beer
sit down
and type out a
four page love letter
to a lady in
Galveston,
Texas.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1976
Source
Original manuscript
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