Im/parting

You needed me to say nothing

you ever did was your fault. Anything 

gone awry within your tiny orbit,

derived from an unfair childhood, 

a theme and variations piece on original sin 

indelibly implanted in others. With others

You could not fluently aviate, navigate, 

communicate. You needed thought, 

compass, words. With the cupboard empty 

of husky harvest. I juggle my social capital,

make excuses to avert your raging 

outbursts sized for impending doom, 

as unwelcome as they are 

unlikely. Stop already 

with the toxic power grab

disguised as self defense.