bukowski

[dyrundi]

Don’t undress my love
you might find a mannequin;
don’t undress the mannequin
you might find
my love.

She’s long ago
forgotten me.

She’s trying on a new hat
and looks more the
coquette
than ever.

She is a child
and a mannequin
and death.

I can’t hate that.

She didn’t do anything unusual.

I only wanted her to.”