In the early part of the day, I eat
flowers
in the attempt to be
more beautiful. All the curtains
remain closed, the lights off, mirrors
concealed. I imagine
I am thin like a swan,
the smooth, sharp feathers, the eyes
that strike through skin.
With enough time, my skin
will become translucent, thin,
and I will blend in—
to the environment. A tree, the bark,
the flowers I’ve consumed,
repeating.