I Still Have Two Phones
One for family group chats. One for him. The second one lives in a makeup bag I pretend is old samples.
The family phone buzzes with soccer schedules and casserole recipes.
The other phone only buzzes after 10 p.m.
Different lock screen. Different tone. I tell myself I'll delete the line when the guilt outweighs the high.
Guilt is winning on Tuesdays. He is winning every other night.
My daughter asked why I carry two bags to the bathroom.
I said contacts and lip balm.
I am teaching her to lie by accident.
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