UPON NOT
LEAVING AMALFI
The local post is a joke - nine days too
late, this meager postcard manages to say
nothing at all : 'Having a great time, leaving
tomorrow, ravines and tides are great all
around (snow is not general all over Amalfi).'
I get the Joyce - your fractured reverence is
an insult, almost. But what do I care? Staying
in your house while you were gone has been
great. However. Leaving tomorrow tells me
nothing, I need to know, frankly, when was
your today as you wrote this. All this amended
relativity really stinks. P.S. Your cat is dead.
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