I texted again
"Ag. Sorry."
finally clearer of mind.
She texted back
four pages of
anger and spite.
I tried to imagine her fingers
typing so fast on the phone
her fingers
so much smaller than mine,
more nimble,
less swelled,
less,
arthritic.
She knows I hate
long emotional texts.
Has promised not to do them before.
But she does anyway.
It is part of _her_ anger problem,
though she'd never admit it.
Expectations unspoken,
wants not met,
then Guilt,
Shame,
Blame.
I hate that Game.
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