Cactus

The

first time

I saw a cactus

Plant

I was

Only three

And in that tender

Naive age

The thorny

bristles looked

Fluffy

Like a fly attracted to neon lights

my tiny hands reached to

squeeze the cotton-like

threads of a deceiving

bush. When my

hands wrapped

around, its fine

teeth tickled

so I squeezed

A little harder

And soon

T

E

A

R

S

Stain

My cheeks