I Don’t Want to be Pretty

By Ava Coglianese

I don’t want to be pretty

Like petals and delicate lace

I want to be pretty 

In the rough sorta way 

That an old barn 

Is pretty

The way chipped nail polish

And wind chimes 

And heat lightning 

And creek water 

Are pretty 

Not the way you think of 

But when the light hits me just right

I can be something ethereal