Charles Bukowski-
i am a great fan of your work.
and i just wanted to tell you
about all the times i drowned my sorrows with vodka
and closed my mouth to keep the words from getting out.
there’s a full moon tonight:
can we go?
i’ll bring the wine if you bring the cigarettes.
but don’t forget your notebook, of course-
we’ll write about all the things that make us ache,
and that goddamn moon will pour itself into our skin
until the windows shake.