You kneel down to tie up another tomato plant. The plastic stake you bought last spring has already started bending.

It is just past 11:17 pm. The house has gone quiet. Your hands still carry the sharp, unmistakable smell of

You walk past it in the hallway again. That vintage bamboo chair you dragged home from the flea market for

You’re on the floor again.1:17 a.m. The rest of the apartment is dark except for the thin beam from your

You see it by the back door first. A cracked green tomato cage leaning against the wall. Three black plastic

You’re in bed again.Phone in one hand, the other resting on the windowsill so you can just see the edge