I wanted to meethis other victims. I thought this was a simplewish for catharsis. By discussing our mutual hurtwe could ground ourselves in a shared reality. Through our conversationsomething might solidify. As a solid, it could be located andplaced elsewhere. I didn’t think it through. I’d had the experience of tellinga friend. Someone who’d been through similar shit, also livedto tell the
I no longer have the dreamwhere I am forced to commit murder, slice a dogin half, reassure its trembling fur, its anxious eyes that I will do it clean, by running a sharp knife fast along its length.Though each time I trembled with the dog, said do not beafraid