the girl outside the supermarket

the tall girl lifts her nose at me
outside a supermarket
as if I were a walking garbage
can; and I had had no desire for her,
no more desire
than for a walking
phonepole…
what was her message?:
that I would never see the tops of her
pantyhose?

I am a man in his 50’s;
sex is hardly an aching mystery
to me, So I can’t understand
being snubbed by a
walking phonepole…
I leave young girls to young
men…

it’s a lonely world
of frightened people,
just as it has always
been.

she’ll go home to her electric
vibrator now.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1970
Source
Original manuscript
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