You welcome me into your space
built with careful love
gentle on wounds;
A refuge in the damaged world.

I do not need this shelter.
My credentials
are accepted everywhere.

My wounds
petty, self-inflicted things
accustomed to sympathy.

Be wairy of me.
I will claim this space
with my scent
vomit my shame
at your feet.

I want
legitimation
rejection
expiation
love.

Be wary of my hands
accustomed to grasp,
to crush.

Of my tears
when I see what I have done,
and my clumsy efforts
at repair.

Beware
of my gentle offering
of love returned
somewhat crumpled.