The tigress

terrible discussions.

and finally, lying peacefully

in his long bed

stamped

in red with fresh flower designs,

my head and belly down

head to the sides

bathed in dull light

while she bathes silently in the

another room,

Everything goes beyond me

like most things,

I listen to classical music in the radiecito,

She bathes, I hear the noise of the water.

🖋 Charles Bukowski

🎨 Salvatore Fiume