Harriet

Was going to leave without you, idly breathing without a clue, a supposed departure from Taranto, I chew pasta and think about home, but really don’t know what to do, you are such a generous soul, this friend of yours Billy Hughes, my Italian friend brings news, says he really isn’t true, knows it’s not New York, but most place have the same avenues, that walk the unfaithful walk, since our time on Corfu we’ve had to face the truth only love makes you drool, men think they can beat our bones, fade away into the blue, but they bring nothing at all, least of all Billy Boo Boo.