neglect.

I've been neglecting the divorce cactus. I can't tell if I'm doing it on purpose or just distracted... but I just looked over at it. It's giving up. I'm torn between watering it or letting it go. These two tiny little fingers in dirt stripped of everything it had for the poor fucker. As I was looking at it this morning I was reminded of a short story I read a long time ago... someone was writing about a friend receiving a bit of moon dust somehow - friend of an astronaut, I don't know... And she ate it. I wanted for a second to eat the two spiny little fingers. It seemed like a fitting end for them.