Familiar yearning

An insatiable thirst

Gotta make iced tea

A garden is nice

But there's too much zucchini

I just hate that stuff

What the hell, really?

Stop being so immature.

Why would you do that?

Dense, branching cholla

Armed thickly with white needles

Shields fragile straw nests

Mexican soaps rock

I catch every other word

And laugh at acting