Undomesticated
7 min readSep 19, 2022
It’s been a long morning. It’s 4pm.
It’s the day after and my chest feels split in two, and nobody has touched me. It’s not like that. I’m just raw today. It feels like a Thursday, but it’s only Sunday.
My partner and I joke about the messiness of my Thursdays.
Thursdays are four days in to a week, and after three days of calendarized living, box-checking and zoom greetings…
