Tuesday Radio and Television remonstrance
With only one parent remaining I am losing touch with my hereditary. While she is blankly glued to another untruthful nostoppable monologue whenever I enter the room she feels a need to regurgitate this unnecessary diversion for my sanity. Then she chokes and I laugh because there is no stopping her TV dinner breath death. At a splutter of tension feeding back into what is already over I restrain against her forced process. This is not you and you just morphed in my father. Unreal to watch two parents vanish into transfixed hell brain sucked out of their noses while they fail to register me. Conversation? What is that? I never knew conversation which wasn't three way between television, you and I. What do we know of each other really? The truth I am finding is very lonely. Oh mother you are returning to the creator blind to the realities I so need to spread. Backwards I fly and arrive to spare you the need to maintain the false triumvirate. ... And ... ...