“In The Weeds” in Hot Pot Magazine
We moved to our house in Rockaway Beach one month before our fourth wedding
anniversary. Our new backyard was a jungle of weeds towering over us. We couldn’t
see through it, around it, or wade into it. At the broken gate, you and I smoked
cigarettes and stared. The two of us contemplated what to do, not daring to throw a butt
into the mass of vegetation for fear of setting our new purchase on fire.