Blue Columnar

After Stephanie said hi

After all the wells ran dry and

Fruit rotted and nobody asked why

Came the cacti

After Dad knelt down to cry

And the tears evaporated from the parched white ground, and

Lust for fueling made the salt steam rise

Came the cacti

You will go away, but I'll remember complicated things you won't admit to when you're Feeding blue columnar in the ground

We treat everything like throwaway and throw up paints the planter when I come home Late and think of you unhinged and grey and sobbing in the bathroom 'cause you told Another person that you'd be there for them