dick flux slowly move the letters in the word "click" closer together. or i need glasses. 220514 ... kerry i tell him it sucks we can't hang out in the same room together, sorry he's stuck isolating in his office, masking, feeling like crap. he tells me, essentially, that i'm making him care for me by saying these things, that i'm making him feel guilty for having coronavirus. i say i'm just conveying my sympathy. he says he already told me the other day that this pisses him off so stop doing it, and that isn't true, so i say that isn't true, this is the first i'm hearing of how guilty you feel. i say so maybe i should say in a mocking singsong voice oh i'm so sorry you feel sick! oh no! and he says yeah that would be better. he says i'm being defensive and this kind of shit is what pisses me off about my mom. i say i'm not being defensive, i'm arguing with him because i'm annoyed, and you know what, now i'm glad you're stuck in your little cave. do you need anything? he says no, and glares at me from behind his red-framed glasses, half his face covered by a dark mask. 230709 ... tender_square instead of gold sinew repairing these cracks, i possess brittle resentments. how could he leave me to carry what i'm holding when he intimately knows the cat's cradled strings of patterns and pathos in my family? advocate of mine he is not. his wishes for my safety are like the hollow maple sawed to stump behind my house, revealing a family of frantic raccoons displaced. this is how he aids, this is the extent of what he is prepared to offer. 230710 what's it to you? who go blather from