brandon tender square said he fell in love with the sound of my voice as it drifted ghostly across the airwaves through graveyard hours, haunting him. tableau of the two of us in marriage counseling: mirror exercises where we sat facing each other, taking turns parroting what the other said, an historical record of past wrongs and misgivings. “i wish we had something we were invested in together, something we did creatively,” i said aloud. dr. dzik made him repeat my intention when he didn’t reflect it back to me correctly. did he ever hear what i was saying? i wanted to know that there was movement instead of stasis. i wanted to know that there was invention instead of routine. indifference is a slow sort of death and i could only prepare him for what he did not know, for what he could only intuit in dreams—the space between us had become equal to the love we’d once looked after. 211005 what's it to you? who go blather from