What is this beast, she thought, with muscles on his arms like a bag of snakes? What is this moss on his legs? What prickly plant grows on his cheeks? What is this voice as deep as a dog?
Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "Rapunzel."
TIME: 3:36 PM
PLACE: Kitchen
SUBJECT: Cacti
I needed a new water pump for a small fountain that I keep on my porch during the summer months. DramaQueen accompanied me to Home Depot to search for one. While we were there, she decided that she NEEDED a cactus for her room. Why? I don’t know. Maybe because it’s a bit prickly, just like she can be sometimes. Ha!
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