Charles Bukowski — Moaning and groaning

she writes: you'll be moaning and groan- ing in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week. I know you. she writes on to say that my vibe machine was right– she had just fucked a third guy but she knows I don't want to hear who, why or how. she closes her letter. "Love." rats and roaches have triumphed again. here it comes running with a slug in its mouth, it's singing old love songs. close the windows moan close the doors groan.