The Other Me

You guys remember that I am making cocktails out of Middlesex this month (to the tune of one a day)?

You can read my concoctions HERE.

But this is not what I am posting about.
Apparently the poet who had opted to work with Edwin O’Connor’s "The Edge of Sadness" had to drop out of the project and the editor is offering one page of the book a day to play with.

SO WHY DON'T YOU?

Here's mine for today:



NOW IT'S YOUR TURN.


Interesting that I can't work with erasure on my chosen book (there are just too many clamouring to be chosen) but give me just one page?
(and Bob is my uncle. No, really. He is. Though nobody would ever think of calling him anything else than Robert.)