But – I
All I know of my future – is o-
ver again? I’m hoping – chan-
ges in Montclair; a 2000-piece
puzzle in front of us. We’re
lit burgers in a strange bed. I
mean and sky and tree and e-
agles ... in the Garden of G-
ood and Evil. A contrarian
of green tape and funny no-
ises. We were up til free-
zing. It was the biggest
move, half-a-block to
tea (green) and cerul-
ean (partly cloudy).
Ghost of seven fini-
al fingers in a sever-
al kiss around some
mustard. Sponged.
