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TESTIMONY by Meggie Royer • Cleaver Magazine
he best way to remember is to be born again completely, slick with red and heat, til the cord is cut and the body stilled into awe. At trial, the mind re-buries itself, memories stacked like silver fish. One last drink for every hurt to carry. One for his hands, one for the knife, one for the hot pulse inside you as body met body against the wall. A lawyer would never argue his real fear is of being done in prison by men the way he did you. Instead, the mind tries to forget. Safens itself inside morning drives, fog burning across a lake, the gentleness of smaller things.