I only got three hours of sleep because of a back and forth text-a-thon with Mateo, filled with stupid questions like “If you could be any animal what would it be?” Me: armadillo, him: chameleon. Which isn’t even an animal. I curled up with my cell phone when the battery died, and when I plugged my phone in this morning, a new text from Mateo popped up. It said, “I’m still here.” I have to get back into balance. The yoga didn’t do much. The pressure I use pushing ink into skin as I write my daily verse isn’t helping either. I’m still fogged between night and morning when the phone rings. I check the caller ID two seconds too late, after I’ve already hit “talk” on the portable phone. “Hey, honey.” “Don’t ‘honey’ me, Dad.” I keep my voice cool. “Anna.” He says it firm, like he gets to still be the parent. “I know you are angry with me, but—”
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