Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Seventy-One

  1. Finally Friday.

  2. He texts me to say that he found his backpack. A little rascal took it.

  3. He tells me that running away from something is never a good idea. Leave because you’ve been called. I remind him that they did call me.

  4. Boundaries.

  5. If only I hadn’t heard these exact same words over and over again, I might feel more relieved instead of angry.

  6. Two carnitas, one camarones, two flautas. Grapefruit Jarritos.

  7. The thing is, I never put my name on something I don’t believe in.

  8. If you’re not taking it personally, then why are you calling me?

  9. He bobbles the first catch. But the next two are for touchdowns.

  10. We all keep taking pictures of the moon, so big and white and clear, hovering over mountains. The colors of the sky are soft, muted. Like looking at an old polaroid.

  11. Gratitude for a little bit of my spirit returning. Still not myself, but better than the day before.

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