MARITA, PLEASE FIND ME. I'M ALMOST THIRTY.

AND MY LIFE IS GORGEOUS. I AM SURROUNDED BY FUR ND PURRING. MY DOORS ARE BEAUTIFUL, AS IF NEW, AND THE SMELL DOES NOT BOTHER ME AT ALL. EVEN MY NIGHTMARES ARE INTERESTING AND WORTH A REPLAY. I WAKE UP AT 3 A.M. EVERY DAY, AND LOOK AROUND. EVERYTHING IS QUIET AND COZY. I WOULDN'T CARE IF MY EYES WEREN'T SO GOOD, BECAUSE THE OTHER SENSES ARE EXTRAORDINARILY ACCURATE - AND THEY HELP ME FEEL PRETTY AND LOVED. MARITA, I DON'T CARE IF I DIE TODAY, AND I DON'T CARE IF NOBODY SHOWS AT THE FUNERAL. MARITA, I DON'T CARE IF MY WEDDING RING SLIPS OFF MY FINGER, AND I END UP ON MY OWN. JUST AS LONG AS MY KIDS ARE AROUND ME, AND MY ORANGE COUCH, AND MY MOTHER'S NAGGING, I DON'T CARE. I COULD LIVE IN A DESERT TOO, MARITA, AND I WOULD BE FULFILLED WITH NICE MEMORIES. I COULD LEARN HOW TO SWIM, AND CLIMB UP TREES - IF NOT MOUNTAINS. I AM HEALTHY ENOUGH, AND MY LEGS HAVE NEVER BEEN BETTER. I LOVE MY LEGS, MARITA. EVEN WHEN THE SKIN IS DRY. I LOVE MY TEETH AND I'M STARTING TO LOVE MY HAIR. MY POETRY ISN'T TOO BAD, EITHER, AND I CAN USE QUESTION MARKS AND PERIODS WITH WISDOM. THAT MAKES ME PROUD OF MYSELF, AND NOW I KNOW THAT THIS KIND OF FEELING CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE FOREVER.