learning the ropes

he was my guru.
he was a big man, self-assured.
he sat in one chair.
I sat in another.
we had been up many days
and nights.

there had been an hour’s
silence.
then he leaned forward a
bit and told me,
“you don’t have to worry about
worms when you die, Bukowski.
worms don’t bother dead
bodies, it’s a fairy tale.”

“that’s good to know,” I
said.

then we fell into another
hour’s
silence.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1991
Source
Original manuscript