am i beautiful?

Glass in tulip petals

Wind on bare skin 

Caution tape around a light post

Like rings slipping off my finger

I play sharp notes from a string too tight 

While witch hazel bends in the snow 

I have made my eyes widen 

And my cheeks sink

A year and day, what’s the difference? 

The trees with faces tell me lies 

Their roots are cracking with each step

I feel it in my ribs 

A fly that is tired of fighting 

Covered in layers of web 

I am still and obedient 

Am I beautiful?