| Finger Food The harder the shell, the sweeter the nut. That's what you kept saying. I broke my best nutcracker. In desperation, I banged my hammer, Bashed my knuckles, Ran out of fingers— A near-disaster on my hands By the time I stopped listening to you. Thorny and tough outside, the cactus is sweet and tender inside. Well, here we don't go again, baby. I know all I need to know about cactus. If I'm ever lost in the desert, Out of water, Out of my mind, Miraculously not out of gloves, I might give in to your temptations. But for now, I'll stick to fruit I can trust Alone with my hands. |