My wishes would be mostly silly, mostly for me–world peace, an end to drought and hunger, I mean, long hair again in those last moments so I could put my hair in an easy ponytail, a long long run with bass pounding music in my ears, a solid week at a movie theater with all my favorite movies screened exclusively for me and my closest friends and strangers, uninterrupted moments with a soon to be seen daughter, a long, laugh-filled conversation with my family, a warm, calloused hand holding on even as I let go.
Roxane Gay lives and writes in the Midwest.
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