The Birds Kept Chirping

when everything else was silent

In Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughter House Five, he writes “Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.” The birds are chirping and it feels inappropriate, wrong, sinful. So many moments of this journey. My body massacred itself. My uterus ruptured into my bladder. But the birds kept chirping, the children kept laughing, and people kept talking about the weather. I didn’t know if I would be broken for the rest of my life, if I would have to wear Depends topped with toddler-sized diapers for the rest of my life, if there would be a rest of my life.