I wrote this almost exactly a year ago. Some things don’t change (need for coffee). Some things seem even farther away than last year (feline litter box, patriarchal litter box). Mrs. Claus, save us!
My two front teeth. Check. 1978
Somebody to lean on. Check. 1985
Just a little more time. Check. 1992
You.
The abolition of imperialist white supremacist capitalist heteropatriarchy.
A self-cleaning litter box.
A hard-boiled egg.
And a cup of coffee.
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