I’m going to collect you.
I’m going to keep you
on my shelf
and look at you
but never touch you
because it will hurt.
I’ll water you (sometimes)
but you’ll survive because
you don’t need me.
You’re odd
but so am I.
You’re supposed to flower
bloom in fact
but you haven’t.
I have taken you away
from your home
and put you on my shelf.
You’re temporary and fragile
but strong and tough.
You push me away
but pull me in
I want to know more
but then I don’t.
because you’re a cactus
on my shelf.