she was a short one
getting fat and she had once been
beautiful and
she drank the wine
she drank the wine in bed and
talked and screamed and cursed at
and i told her 
please, I need some
-sleep? sleep? ya son of a bitch, ya never sleep, ya don't need any sleep! I buried her one morning early I carried her down the sides of the Hollywood Hills brambles and rabbits and rocks running in front of me and by the time I'd dug the ditch and stuck her in belly down and put the dirt back on the sun was up and it was warm and the flies were lazy and I could hardly see anything out of my eyes everything was so warm and yellow.
I managed to drive home and I got into bed and I slept for 5 days and 4 nights.
from "poems written before jumping out of an 8 story window" - 1966

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