I found this poem wedged into the first Bukowski book I ever picked up off my dad's shelves. It was ripped out of a magazine, and there is a vintage porno picture on the back.
It was an offprint from that Evergreen issue, much like the offprints from The Ohio Review (two poems, 1973, signed by Bukowski, 10 copies only) or the "About a Non-Typing Night" broadside (Germany, 1984).
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