A Bukowski Christmas Eve

A Bukowski Christmas Eve

A Poem by Amber Doll

waking at nine

at night

to the sound of my mother asking

when did you buy those books?

I didn’t,

They were a gift from Love

I said.

She was musing and then

trying to make me eat

something

I agreed but then

substituted real food for a bowl of sugared cereal

hot ginger tea and

a blunt

then I started suffering from withdrawal

of you.

© 2010 Amber Doll


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Added on December 26, 2010
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Amber Doll
Amber Doll

Englewood, NJ



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