Weekly feature by: KG Newman
At Green Heart
all the budtenders are women.
I buy an eighth and go to
Altitude, where they are women too,
tatted but lacking grunge — they vape,
hit the gym between shifts.
When couples counseling is suggested
I suggest the young blonde
who says she’s a fair arbitrator
and she’ll hear me out.
The waterfall and incense makes
it all sound and smell so promising.
I open with a long list of vices
by which we barely coexist.
Just tell me your best possible outcome
with this, she says, setting a pinner
on the end table. I reach for my lighter
in the hopes I can remember.