Christmas Cactus from an Estranged Friend
by Kathryn T.S. Bass

on the kitchen windowsill,
denuded of falsely
shimmering flowers,
you show your many flat
faces to the world.

In sun, almost lovely,
you soak yourself dry.
I water you and do not miss
the noisy, white-tipped
tongues and flaccid trumpets
you shed for me.

I neither feed you
nor do you harm. I like to see you,
rid of your arrival's pink distractions,
coming up green and
green again, stubborn, ugly,
and as you are.

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