When I come upstairs to ask her to do dishes, her room
smells of cedar smoke, slightly skunky, like pot’s half-brother.

When I come upstairs to ask her to do dishes, her room
smells of cedar smoke, slightly skunky, like pot’s half-brother.
If you stand on a chair it will be in the way of your mother, so let her lift you onto the counter next to the glass pan into which she is laying noodles.
Something inside you wakes up and sees what day it is: the day to buy the Halloween candy.