Plant Nursery Blues.

[choming]

I am a cactus.
So much love to give, but too harsh to approach
without gloves.

Nobody ever thinks of hugging a cactus,
or a porcupine,
or a lion fish
or anything of that nature for fear
of getting hurt.

Is it my fault that I'm like this?

Here I am, with my green branches
all outstretched and reaching,
only ever close enough to hug
the air surrounding me.

This defense makes me what I am
These thorns protect me from harm, from death
from love.

It sucks being a cactus,
stuck in a pot all day, not needing a lot of water.
While look at all the other plants,
they're cooed and awed at and spoken to even.

Being this self-sufficient is annoying sometimes.
And I'm not going to lie,
sometimes I think about life if I
weren't a cactus.

Maybe a nice lotus, or a vegetable even.
Then maybe I'd have someone fawn over me too.

But I'm a cactus, with all the love and thorns:
sitting in my pot and waiting
'til that someone comes and
takes me home.