Fuck You, I'm a Robot

There was this kid in my Advanced Poetry class who idolized Charles Bukowski, and he liked to write poems about fucking girls and how he saw this broad with big tits in the post office or whatever, and he did this all the time, and I got really, really tired of it. He was a decent guy and gave good feedback, so I figured he wasn't a total tool, but might have not realized how bringing in poems about the same thing every week might have come off, so I wrote this and brought it in and mentioned that I'd been inspired by him and his poetry. He actually got it and thought it was hilarious, and then the class had a discussion about sex and sexism in poetry and different ways to approach those subjects. And the poem got published in the Central Review.

( [When My Baby Got Back From the Wilds of Tibet] )