I hear them scratching and scurrying about. They awake when I lie down. Charlie's nose catches their scent. He may bark at them or bound after their phantom movements.
"Reflecting" When I wash off my makeup and look in the mirror I feel most beautiful. Something about the freshness of my dewy lashes and the remnants of black mascara under my shining eyes, makes me think, Damn, I'd do me.
Run With the Hunted: A Charles Bukowski Reader by Charles Bukowski My rating: 3 of 5 stars [...] meanwhile I take showers answer the phone boil eggs study motion and waste and feel as good as the next while walking in the sun. p. 250, 'claws of paradise' I'm new to Bukowski, but … Continue reading book review: run with the hunted