is, of course, Trey. I dial

his cell. No answer but voice

mail. “Please call me. I need help.”

Sleep.

I need sleep.

While I wait for

Trey’s call, I’ll catch

a little nap. I drive to an

out-of-the-way parking place,

climb over the seat into the back.

Warmth.

I need warmth.

Snow on the ground

outside, it’s freezing in

here. No blanket in my car,

I burrow into my big overcoat,

tuck my face against my arm, catlike.

Buzz.

I need a buzz

to get me through

this time of trial. Sleep.

I’ll sleep, then I’ll catch a

buzz. It’s under the seat in front

of me and that’s a comforting thought.

It’s Dark

When I wake up, dark and bitter

cold. My thoughts scatter

like a swarm of mosquitoes.

I know I’m in the backseat

of my car, but I can’t remember

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