I Was Never a Rose
Ivy L. James
roses don’t have thorns; they have / prickles. there’s a difference. like how my own / thorns grow right over my / scars, like they want / to ward off touch and / inspection: don’t look at me too closely or I’ll draw / blood. and thorns, true thorns, are connected to the / vascular system, the heart of the plant, so they’re hard / to remove, and my thorns are also looped into my / arteries, my veins—my very blood pulsing in the defensive spikes over old wounds. don’t / touch me don’t touch me don’t touch / me. I’ll punch a hole through / your thumb if you try.
but prickles? oh, my love, prickles are only / skin. they’re surface-level and easy to pluck off, as if / they were never there at all. if only you could pick at my / skin and peel the pointed parts off and pretend / I was soft all along. pretend I’m a / rosebud in glass, blooming / velvet, gentle and genteel. pretend you can / snatch a flower off my stem and I won’t / stab you for it. or / (here’s a thought) / you can finally admit I’m a hawthorn tree and I’ll never / be a pretty blossom in a pretty vase for you. I’m in the same family, / sure—hawthorns and roses are both Rosaceae—but god, did you pick / the wrong cousin. I'll never make a nice little / centerpiece for your dining room table.
but thorns, I think, are / pretty in their own way. The / ferocity with which they shield wounds / that won’t fade—don’t touch me, they say, but if you / come at them from the side, they’re only / a few slim inches of stem. leave the point and / caress the shoot. find that it started, maybe, as a / bud. I wasn’t always so defensive. / I can’t be soft, but I can be / beautiful, still, with thorns. and maybe if you / come at my armor slow and gentle, I’ll / let you see the scars they safeguard.
Ivy L. James loves plants but can’t maintain a garden to save her life. Her poetry chapbooks include The Orange and Pink Sunset. Ivy lives in Maryland with her wife and their corgi, cat, and two snakes. You can connect with her at www.authorivyljames.com.