FOR CLAIREBAN WHO HAS THE REDDEST HAIR OF THEM ALL I FUCKING LOVE YOU
she's from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair which falls all the way down her back to her ass. the hair is magic and shoots sparks as I lay on the bed and watch her combing her hair. she's like something out of the movies but she's actually here. we make love at least once a day and she can make me laugh any time she cares to. Texas women are always healthy, and besides that she's cleaned my refrigerator, my sink, the bathroom, and she cooks and feeds me healthy foods and washes the dishes too.
"hank," she told me, holding up a can of grapefruit juice, "this is the best of them all." it says: Texas unsweetened PINK grapefruit juice.
she looks like Katherine Hepburn looked when she was in high school, and I watch those 103 pounds combing a yard and some change of reddish hair before the mirror and I feel her inside of my wrists and at the backs of my eyes, and the toes and legs and belly of me feel her and the other part too, and all of Los Angeles falls down and weeps for joy, the walls of the love parlors shake-- the ocean rushes in and she turns to me and says, "damn this hair!" and I say, "yes."
Henry Charles Bukowski(August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994)