I was pretty but not too pretty.


I kept my head down to count


sidewalk cracks, perpetually nodding.


Agreeable, always. A no that sighed


to yes. Easy to bend. The shock


when I emerged year after year,


trying to choose a direction,


following a simulacrum of who


I could be. I shuddered off my petals.


I grew all stamen, all unfruitful sex.