Proving Molly Wrong

is easy.

I'm a Flower

Hey man, I hear you: I'm taking a while to finish that mirror! I thought while you were waiting you might like to find out a little bit about the enigma that is me. I know I would!

Enigma ain't free though, and I'd just about ruin mine if I went ahead and blabbered on about myself, completely uninhibited, like I do to my ceramic pet rabbit, Trudilicious. What Trudilicious hears in her porcelain ears is NOT FOR THE INTERNET! Like so many great literists, I will inform you about myself while simultaneous adding another layer of gauzy mystery to my aura- via poetry! This is a poem written by me, about me.

I am a Flower

I am a flower.

I am delicate.

I don't tolerate extreme temperature.

I look good naked and in store windows.

My stems are covered in short hairs.

I attract various insects.

I am a flower.