A warm breeze.
Ice cream.
The feel of my bed.
Fuzzy slippers.
A dog's head in my lap.
The power of the stage.
Being right.
The taste of sushi.
And salsa.
Laughter.
The presence of my mother.
Romance.
Reading a book.
Being young.
Sweating.
Sunshine.
Shirley Temple's.
Apple Martini's.
Drag Queens.
The possibility of having it all.
Men.
Smart Men.
My hair.
I won't miss my thighs.
My family.
The idea of knowing my father.
Pajama pants.
Movies.
Late nights with friends/strangers waxing poetic.
The feel of freshly shaven legs.
Writing.
I will miss thinking the ideas of my youth really mattered, but know they didn't.
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