Creative Writing: Untitled

Paris in the springtime
and the whole city
snaps
from a flagpole

I am not your rose or hyacinth girl
Stop comparing me to flowers
I want to be more than
representation
(for your disposal)

Don’t April me
or carve broken images round my hair
rustling sweet nothing to the roots

make a sword of me instead;
slaughtering
empty metaphors
dirty girl