thrill time

I don’t remember the age:
it must have some time between 4 and 7,
there was this girl next door about my age.
I do remember her name:   Lila Jane.
and one thing she would do every day,
once a day, was to ask me:
“Are you ready?”
and I would indicate that I was
and she would lift her dress and
show me her panties and they were
a different color each day.

a decade or two later she somehow found me
and came by with her boyfriend
some fellow who smoked a pipe
and she crossed her long beautiful legs
but not high enough to see the panties.

and when they were ready to leave
I shook hands with her boyfriend
and I never saw him or her
or her panties
ever again.

Charles Bukowski
Original manuscript
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