Today’s prompt is “write a poem in which the speaker expresses the desire to be someone or something else, and explains why.” And a surprise extra prompt from Day 16. Kinda? Eh.

Let me have a life of
no worries, something
devoid of
capitalism and
racism and
queerphobia and
other stuff, like
responsibilities and
clothes, even.
I like my thumbs;
still, the appeal of
the loved housecat
calls,
to be soft and
petted and
just sleep for hours and
to be adorable
when I am annoying.
Or I can just be rich.