28.3.04

i would continue to read:
ibsen
shakespeare
chekov
jeffers
thurber
conrad aiken
others.

they gave me a chance and some hope
in a place of no chance
no hope, no feeling.

without those books
i'm not quite sure
how i would have turned
out:
raving; the
murder of the father;
idiocy;
hopelessness.

and it was there
for me
close to me
under the covers
more woman than woman
more man than man.

i had it all
and
i took it

[first love, bukowski]

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