Marta Guerreiro

"You were one of the  best female poets and I told the publishers,  editors: “her, print her, she’ mad but she’  magic, there’ no lie in her fire. ” I loved you  like a man loves a woman he never touches, only  writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have  loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a  cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,  but that didn’ happen. Your letters got sadder. Y our lovers betrayed you. Kid, I wrote back, all  lovers betray." Charles Bukowski