Graphic by kayleigh woltal
I see the laundry piled in my desk chair and the clumps of cat hair on the floor. Dust on the TV, tiny splatters of tomato sauce on the kitchen wall, dust bunnies behind the toilet, books to donate and other clutter on the dining room table we never use. And I remember the sheets in the dryer, but don’t care to fold them. Why would I? My time is better spent in the garden, drinking chamomile tea and trying to outsmart aphids. Showing my cats the carrots and potatoes through the window. Looking at something beautiful. Or in bed, face inches from a screen, watching people die. Laundry can wait, I suppose. After all, we are just two bodies with too much to shoulder already.