My Favorite Dumpster

Kara is knee-deep in our favorite dumpster. She’s slinging down a cascade of flowers while I keep watch for cars. Red roses, carnations, unidentifiable mixed bouquets. I add them to the growing pile at my feet. Soon enough, the fear of being confronted becomes too much, and Kara hops out of the trash. She swipes at the raspberry jam on her pant leg as I notice a streak of slime across my shirt.…