I have the dead cactus.
the spindly one
that no one knew was really a cactus.
They were right, though, it wasn t a cactus at all.
I have the dead cactus in
the pot
on the small side table.
When it died I thought
"good Riddance"
and threw it out, pot and all, into the yard.
There remained a sprig or two alive.
I thought it may be right to re-pot
those live branches, and I did.
Then I let them die.
I have the dead cactus.
the spindly one
that no one knew was really a cactus.
They were right, though, it wasn t a cactus at all.
I have the dead cactus, in
the pot,
on the small side table.
In the living room,
next to the stove,
as if in remembrance of
whatever the fuck
that was
