I don’t need a Cleopatra

I am always exposing myself.
I go out on the front porch in my shorts
bend over to pick up the paper and
my parts fall out.

I sun bathe nude in the back yard
and sometimes stand up.
“you fool,” Linda says,
“Mrs. Catherty can see you over the
wall!”
“where is she?” I ask.
“she’s standing there watering her
rose bushes!”
“oh…”
“get down!”

to me, nudity is a joke.
I don’t think nude people are very attractive
at all.
I like my women fully clothed.
I like to imagine what might be under
there.
it might not be the standard thing.

image stripping a woman down
and she has a body like a little submarine
with periscope, propellers, torpedoes.

that would be the one for me.
I’d marry her right off and
be faithful to the end.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1979
Source
Original manuscript
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