“I demand a little respect” Roger Dangerfield

the strangest thing about
living with a woman
for some years
is that no matter
what miraculous things
you do
it leaves her without
dismay.

for instance
you could leap 60 feet
straight up into the
air
and she would take it
as commonplace

but let somebody else
lift one foot two inches off
the ground…
she would begin to
applaud
with wild glee
as if that
happenstance
were the ultimate
glory.

sometimes in one’s
most bitterest
moments
one realizes that
no matter how
many years
one has lived with
a woman
one has always
lived
alone

even while hoping
all the best
for
her.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1982
Source
Original manuscript