The mouse I haven’t been able to induce
\nto nibble from the poison blocks I deposited in the dark
\ncrevices of the back apartment skips out of earshot
\nas I talk back at the phone text I send to the woman
\nwho insists on taking everything I utter as insult.<\/p>\n
“Meant that as a joke,” I text back when
\nshe takes on herself to reiterate her original plaint,
\na decidedly not serious one, but perhaps meant as conciliatory
\nfor her previous day’s reply to my text informing her of a
\nlocal protest in support of something we both believe.<\/p>\n
“Thanks for the info.” And a thumbs-up. And, no “love you” back.<\/p>\n
I loathe Hallmark movies, but I find myself envying how There is no deus ex machina like a heart issue, but life isn’t a movie I’m not a terrible daughter. She’s not a terrible mother. The mouse I haven’t been able to induce to nibble from the poison blocks I deposited in the dark crevices of the back apartment skips out of earshot as I talk back at the phone text I send to the woman who insists on taking…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-114424","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114424","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114424"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114424\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":114863,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114424\/revisions\/114863"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmasterfully <\/em>their writers wraps up the jangled resentments
\nand misperceptions shared by a mother and daughter. <\/p>\n
\nand past hurts and recriminations, never forgotten or forgiven, fester in the wires
\nof every phone call.<\/p>\n
\nWe just have script disagreements.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"