something cares

a reader writes from Germany
that a lady who saw me on a tv
interview
told him
that to kiss my face would be a
disgusting thing.

I wrote back that
she might be right, I don’t know,
I’ve never tried
it.

but really
I don’t write with my
face
I use my fingers
on this old Olympia
standard,
and with all the luck
I’ve had
I should kiss this
typer
but
I won’t.

well, there… I
did.
it was a cold kiss
but a faithful
one.

and now the machine
answers back:
I love you,
old boy.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1983
Source
Original manuscript