Smoke words every day.

Adults trickled into the home ⁣⁣⁣⁣They wave at me as my eyes⁣⁣⁣⁣dart through the last pages of the newspaper⁣⁣⁣⁣shouting, “ball” at every round thing my pupils catch⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣One of them rolls a plastic ball at the ‘kid’ ⁣⁣⁣⁣Everyone smiles, and I do too, ⁣⁣⁣and then ⁣I roll it back, because a broken thing is still broken ⁣no matter how…