leavings

My Christmas tree is dead and gone, and yet I am still finding ornament hooks and stabby, dessicated pine needles everywhere.

My two cats are dead and gone, and yet I am still finding urine stains and tumbleweeds of cat hair everywhere.

I wonder what I’ll leave behind when I’m dead and gone.

*thinks*

I’m leaning towards pubes and flakes of picked-off fingernail polish.

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