Beautiful
Rose Haskell
I am in the car with my cousin
“You know, I really wouldn’t mind being invisib
She laughs.
“I’m serious,” I say.
I like the way I look.
I like the wheat-golden wisps that fly around m
I like the ruby-red watercolor splotches bloom
When I am bare-faced, and the freckles sing a
I like the acne scars spattered across my foreh
I do not know if I look pretty
In all honesty, I am not sure that I care.
When art critics evaluate paintings, aesthetic
What was the artist trying to accomplish?
Did they meet their goal?
Did they utilize their materials to the fullest po
interesting and unique composition?
I am not pretty
I am a person made of coruscating golden pa
the wrong directions
I create myself over and over in shifting glas
revolutions
Sometimes, though, I am not sure how alone I
The sweat-soaked pencil sketch of a silhouette
I do not think he noticed the uneven path of fo
watercolor splashes on my cheeks
I do not think he took that much time to appre
Before the greasy, thoughtless words spilled fr
“See you ‘round, beautiful.”
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