this morning #771.

this morning, alas, my back was up against the wall. my ass too. this was new for me, being cornered like an animal. if it came to it, i was ready to lash out as a last resort the moment i intuited that she was about to pounce. for once, i was not in charge of my fate. instead, i was bouncing back & forth between feeling sorry for myself & feeling sorry about what i’d done, shifting my weight from heel to heel while trying to make as little noise as possible from inside the closet. she paced around the bedroom, alternating between mumbles & curses, unaware that the subject of her dismay was a mere fifteen feet away, tucked away behind her array of power suits.