“Lacy” by Addie Siembieda
Image by Freepik
Handmade like pastry
buttery and flakey.
Are all your metaphors layered and flavorful?
New meanings falling off golden crust,
dripping syrupy like ambrosia.
Does your heart live on your sleeve,
or can you cover it up with elbowed opera gloves?
Tattoo it into image, and when the ink meets your soul
the result will never fade or sag.
What delicate hands, sculpting the pain
I hope must plague you
into masterpiece. Weaving
wispy threads with fountain penstrokes.
More poet than tortured.
My ink bleeds and pools, and
my common thread has snagged.
Your agony is elegant, your sensitivities are sexy,
and I can’t even style mine with grace.
Yet I wish my work would wear a bridal veil
or lounge in lingerie.
Addie Siembieda (she/her) is a first year student from Albuquerque New Mexico studying business administration at the University of Michigan. She has written for Albuquerque the Magazine and her poetry has been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. In her free time, she loves running, lifting, going to football games, and photographing sunsets.
This poem was directly inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's song Lacy, borrowing her title and overarching theme of envy.
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