I know, but I don't know
my life was getting more lurid as the weeks in the city dragged on before I started school. but if it didn't work out, what was going to do? go home to mommy & daddy? no. starve out in the streets by Yum Yum Donuts? no. find a copy of End to Torment by Hilda Doolittle (American Poet, H. D.), well,... Sign in to see full entry.
