by Virginia Backaitis
We live in an apartment now; it’s an upgrade from the cardboard condominium we had this summer, says my dad. He’s got a new job now; he separates buds from stems then packages them up for folks who like to smoke flowers. He likes to smoke flowers too; I like it when he’s done. We get to eat chicken wings and tons of Oreos. We’re living the high life, that’s what my dad says. I’m sure he’s right, but sometimes I miss our cardboard walls and the crack in the roof through which we used to count stars.
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