Succulent

I saw the cactus sway through the door
at my boy's Super Bowl party.
She don't care about side-eye.
Knows if it goes down
she's got the spines to
give any body a bad day.

I pick up a can, tumbleweed over.
Offer it, but she's not interested.
She's straightedge,
all about that drought tolerance.
And her style? Downright succulent.

Halftime starts, Kendrick's two-step plays
and we move close,
bend in the breeze.
Thorny all over. It don't hurt.

Based on a painting:

Fiesta Time by Debra Piazza
From the 2025 Beacon Art Show