i know it's time to write when

i forget the one ingredient we were supposed to bring for the apple crisp and i'm up at 4 in the morning thinking about attaching my child to my hip and the country is descending into a level of authoritarianism that hardly allows me to read a single headline and saying “no” to something i would have usually said “yes” to causes a concerning level of anxiety and the text message starts with "woof!" and yet: my entire life is on a phone and i'd like to sleep for five days and she says it sounds like burn out, like we're not all

burnt out.