Thank You for Your Time
I’m going to
tell you something.
Even though
I know
your pity
will just spore,
like Huns of the night,
into my world.
I will be
your broken bird
on the sidewalk.
If, at the end of a long day,
when you coo
perfumed nonsense
around my wound,
it clouds me
in something
that almost resembles
a mother’s
warm touch.
Thank you
for taking the time.
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