Everything written after 2am and tagged family.
dividing up our dead father's house turns into a quiet scramble over who claims things first, and what that says about us.
Forty minutes in a hospital parking garage at two a.m., and the one thing about my father I can only say to the dashboard.
My mom hasn't typed in the family chat in eight months. But it still says she read this one, at 2:11am.
We shared a room till I was twelve and talked in the dark every night. Now the most recent thing between us is a heart on a photo of my dog.
We hadn't spoken in two years. Then a text at 1:40 with no question mark, and the math I hate about what's left between us.
My brother and I don't call. Tonight his name lit up the kitchen at 1am and I stood there and let it ring all the way out.