Recess

I tire litigating the worst of you.
I know that all tangos require two.

So, I now resign my wig & my robes.
Too, I’m pulling the cord on psychic probes.

Not now, empathizing with fault & blame…
Not even leeway & your gaslight game.

I made a mistake ignoring my gut.
I’m done withstanding these one thousand cuts.

Cordiality, now, the best chance to live…
In a sort of peace; til I can forgive.