My Father Texted Me at 2:43 A.M. to Say I Was Dead to Him

in years. Not peaceful. Just empty of the buzz I’d been carrying. The one that hums under your sternum when you’re funding other people’s lives and waiting for them to call to ask for more.

I checked the time. 3:11 a.m.

I knew exactly how long it would take. Mortgage auto-draft hit on the 5th. Salon rent on the 1st. The Porsche lease on the 7th. The continue reading …