Friday, July 23, 2010

Babysitter

Babysitting,
she called it;
the thing she would
do no longer,

as if I had never
drank colossal
amounts of wine
before,
and
required a caretaker.

She was trying to
insult me.
This is done from
time to time.
It is, occasionally,
more subtle,
but never successful.
There is sometimes a flash
behind
the eyes, you see,
and this brightness
lets you know
when the girl
is no longer just fucking around.

No woman
who actually
held
that sentiment
would stick around.

I did not
break anything at all,
not even me.
Although it is nearly seven
in the morning
I cannot understand why she seems
displeased.

1 comment:

  1. 'Woke up this morning and it seemed to me, that every night turns out to be a little bit more like Bukowski.'

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