Experience an event. You wake up on a day.
Any given day.
You wind your way from breakfast to
Then the event. It shatters, explodes,
it deafens. It numbs and buzzes.
An oyster freed from its shell
on the night it happens
the event slides down your
throat and occupies your
It expands there. It dissolves there.
It bonds with your blood there.
It changes you.
But this event you can absorb,
digest. Let it complicate you.
But it passes through. An event, a
time. A moment. A happening.
Experience a condition. She wakes on a day
She feeds and bathes them. She guides as they
grow, she watches as they move away.
She eats and they eat, breakfast, lunch,
Then the event.
It doubles in size, grows exponentially like
cells upon fertilization.
In one day it’s unfolding, gathering
live inside her.
In one month it’s a known entity. Grief that
crawls outside and grows on her
skin, soft, in a way
like the fuzz on an infant’s
In one year it’s a shadow, following. Taking the
shape of a person.
Just not the person she lost.
I live the event.
She lives the condition.