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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An In-Progress Cookbook of Recipes That Stick to My Ribs
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.
The Subterranean Calendar
Something inside you wakes up and sees what day it is: the day to buy the Halloween candy.