Ignoring you is not a goal for me.
But carping hot and bothered like a shrew,
your shrieking carves the only path I see:
When I share bothered feelings like I do,
you leap to denigrate my family
with facile observations, never true.
Of late I hesitate to call. Debris
is clogging us and stunting what we grew.
You’re so combative now, I need to be