Thank You for Your Time

I’m going to
tell you something.
Even though
I know
your pity
will just spore,
like night assassins,
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.