Nesting Behavior

You’ve been giving me away to other men
Most things are born golden
Until they start to notice
I was on your side
I gathered twigs between your eyelids
Until they fell between your eyelashes
Wove my hair into the bare places
And nested down for the evening
I preen my feathers
In the old milk that you shed for me
I wear this dress of indifference
And find it quite becoming
You say you need me now
Shut your dirty mouth
When I was only a child
I sold my name for a small price
You’ve been giving me away
You’ve been giving me away
You always made it easy
Reminding me not to bloom