Welcoming the new normal with art by Tom Franco
Welcoming the new normal late September, 2008 Who left the money for the breeze to squander? Grant turns into pulp in the gutter. The rosemary bush wears Benjamin like a cap. “It’s an ill wind,” say the neighbors, but the sun still lights up our crap, all the doodads we’ve said thanks for now tagged and arranged on our tarps. But no one’s selling wrapped foods or wool blankets, so nobody trades in currency, only rumors. At least we have fresh rosemary to make our spaghetti gourmet. Gift-giving traditions may be impeached this year—but you don’t shop for what I want most. Luckily my favorite gift from you is free. By Tom Franco