I answered the yellow phone because it was calling out tomorrow. The static sounded like a song about trees that I sang at 5th grade graduation. So T and I decided to go for a picnic. I opened the basket and found a handful of my hair and three slices of pound cake. T smiles to show the tiny shrimp that sleeps in his cheeks and cleans his molars. The orange one is named Raul, but never call him it to his face. The yellow phone used to be black before I discovered T's plan to leave. T loves pound cake. And the color yellow.