June Glass

My momma used to make fried green matter sandwich growing up then I move to the big apple which fittingly ain't called the big tomato cause the tomatoes are some twiddly little things up north! They ain't no count! You could shoot marbles with a beefsteak! I didn't even think I could get no garden goin' up here. I met Claire at the Fisherman's Wharf. She was smoking a pipe and skinning a mackerel on the front porch till the sheriff kicked us out. She told me tales of green maters, tough like fists and showed me what she had goin' on back at her place. Tendrils was running along her fire escape like they escaping themselves and sure enough, she had greenies hanging like fat little sour apples. We gnawed on one like some starving sea monkeys and then she whipped me up a mater sammy. Put my momma's to shame rest her soul. Nowadays I tend my own Fugitive Garden high over i'llnevertell lane and this here little booky is my guide. It's a good read and as true as the King James. Me and old Claire are still friends to this day. Hell we went spearfishing off of my friends boogeyboard all Summer. Aint a better one in the world if you ask me.