A Stirring Section from Adam Davies’ MINE ALL MINE
When I wake up I don’t get it. I don’t understand why I have been spooning the pillow so hard that it has disgorged its feathers all over the bedding. It doesn’t seem significant that I am grasping a beautiful black bra as if my life depended on it. All I know is that I am physically exhausted and that I have a terrible headache from gritting my teeth. Charlie always rubs my jaw at these moments, and I cast about fruitlessly for her. I call out her name but don’t get anything back. I bang the mattress childishly. Nothing. And still I don’t get it. But when I finally roll out of bed, it hits me.
Charlie’s not here. Charlie’s not here because she is somewhere else. With someone else. Doing something else. Something…unspecifiable.
I am splitting. My atoms are separating. I am fissioning with grief.
