'about being written off as
a poor man's Bukowski?'
I answer, quite honestly
for a pretentious, wannabe poet:
'I'd be happy being
anyone's
Bukowski.'
Which was a cute line, I thought,
but she still
didn't fuck me.
Maybe I was
someone's
Bukowski, but I
definitely wasn't
hers.
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jozsef:
That's really very clever. 😍
amaranthismoi:
she's a rude one.
