I am yet to find the words…

or, to start with: A Word. Singular.

A word that encapsulates the particular type of human experience

I am living with the ongoing Gaza Genocide.

Maybe for now, as a place holder, I can borrow one…

until I concoct a precise one. For now I will use:

Shame.

Shame at feeling anything else – before.

Other than this rage, other than this bereavement for all the years

leading up to this endless terror. This endless moment.

Shame.