I’d like to say, “Your words hurt.”
Instead, I stroke our 4-footed companions.
I’d like to say, “Go away, I’m through talking to you.”
But you say it first.
I’d like to say, “You don’t have a monopoly on universal truth.”
It wouldn’t matter.
Were you to wait for my lips
to form the words
We would be
I walk away,
to innocents who