Dear Wigleaf,

I recently did some cleaning which is against my religion and now I have broken out into hives. I wish my body were better equipped to live in the world. I wish I had functional feet and no celiac disease and the ability to kick Nazis into the sun. I wish I weren't itchy right now. I wish a lot of things were different.

Here is a list of creature comforts, wherein the creature is me: a new toothbrush style that feels for your teeth like a memory foam mattress feels for your body, the weight of a Chihuahua in your arms, clicking a cassette tape case shut, the first notes of a song you used to love but the years made you forget, when you go outside on a beautiful day and the weather is crisp and the green is coming back into the world and the sky is bluer than anything and even though you live somewhere best known for having the world's largest ketchup bottle, you tell yourself you must remember this.

Jasmine