When I come upstairs to ask her to do dishes, her room
smells of cedar smoke, slightly skunky, like pot’s half-brother.
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When I come upstairs to ask her to do dishes, her room
smells of cedar smoke, slightly skunky, like pot’s half-brother.
He’s been looking for something simple
like hydrochloric acid or magnesium
for the past half hour,
We did what we could,
hid the bottles, drove what
was left of him deep
into the yawning hollow