this morning #1947.

this morning, from high above perched upon his moral mountaintop, he paused before answering me. i could hear the dogmatic gears turning in his head as he turned his back to me & fixed himself a cup of tea. i knew that i’d have to accept whatever answer he gave me if i wanted to make it out of this situation unscathed. i’d also have to take whatever he had to say with a grain of salt. temper his condescension. i know that he means well but also know that, at the moment, he’s a flawed vessel. still drunk on the sense that, given recent events, he can do no wrong. he took a long sip of tea. looked with pity at me. “i think you should tell him you’re sorry. for everything.” this from a man who’s never apologized once in his life.