Chum
Front lawns. Covered in vines. Out-of-control plants. Vegetables. Drip irrigation. Rain barrels made out of oil drums. Hoses running every which way. A model of self-sufficiency, you think. Might even believe you stumbled into paradise. But then you smell the pesticides. Artificial and caustic in your throat. Yellow-white streaks. Chemicals mixed with pollen. Washing out into the street. You get your personal ration, but everything else goes to the food bank. Collection trucks rumble down the street three times a day. You load your veggies into the recycle bin. Sorted by family: legumes,...
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