SMS Draft: Ma says I look like you. I take her word for it–it’s hard to compare memories to reflections.
SMS Draft: Man, what can I say to you besides hey and happy new year, besides one day soon, besides I love you too, besides mama’s doing fine, besides silence?
SMS Draft: Dad stands hesitant behind my teeth–Barred, and though there is this gap, Dad does not slip through despite a gentle push from my tongue.
Mama raised me to be careful of namecalling.