I wiggle my feet. No pain. Maybe it fell out after all.

I hear the wind whipping the palms. Then an alert on my phone for wind advisory.

Still no voice. Sore throat. Tired. He offers me coffee in bed. I go with green juice first.

I throw on my robe and boots and head to the backyard to get lemons from the tree. I smell the skin. These will make a good tea.

Meal plan and grocery list. Coffee. I break to help him sort through his papers. Just need to get it done. Almost at the finish line.

Still scrolling for Resistance Served pictures.

More tea.

I watch the wind blow sticks and leaves and the baseball net across the yard. I listen to the wind slap at the windows and walls.

Still no voice.

”Are you a mammy?” - Krystal Mack