Sunflowers and Roses

Crow, 10th- Oakland, CA
I wish you could see how much you glimmer 
how every person finds themselves drawn in 
by your presence, 
how you beam, a sunflower 
amidst a field of roses. 
I’m not jealous. 
Of you that is. 
I’m jealous of anyone who
doesn’t feel a tug in their heart
whenever they’re with you.
Why can’t I stop thinking
about how your eyes crinkle, 
sharp at the edges,
and your back bending over slightly
every time you wheeze with laughter? 
Or when you grab my hand. 
I am so lucky you cannot see my face flush,
or my stomach leap out and skip alongside you. 
After all,
I’m just another rose.