Oh that I would be Kali with a million arms

So that I could spare a pair anytime I wanted, to do all the various chores

So that I could simultaneously wash dishes and write a chapter

So that I can pay my bills and get my place in order

So that I can cook according to current health guidelines and not break my back

So that the trash can be taken out without having to remember it

So my garage is locked down without heaving everything away

So I can fan myself in this Godforsaken, draining heat

So I can slap some slappable people who aren’t being very genuine

So I can, true to Her name, stop Time and treat it like a construct

So I can attain these unattainable standards I’ve ridiculously piled upon myself