“are we going to the movies or not?
she asked him.
all right, he said, let’s go.
I’m not going to put any panties on
so you can finger-fuck me in the
dark, she said.
should we get buttered popcorn?
sure, she said.
leave your panties on,
what is it? she asked.
I just want to watch the movie,
look, she said, I could go out on
the street, there are a hundred men
out there who’d be delighted to have
all right, he said, go ahead out here.
I’ll stay home and read the National
you son of a bitch, she said, I am
trying to build a meaningful
you can’t build it with a hammer,
– Charles Bukowski. “close encounters of another kind” Play the Piano, Drunk, Like a Percussion Instrument