to me when someone who hurt me writes asking how he might make
amends. Delighted by the idea that I am being vindicated, I agree
to meet, noting the face I knew looks younger as he reads a catalog
of harms against me, most of which I have not been aware of, beyond,
yes, his periodic yelling or threatening, the marring of my home. Power
sifts between us as our bodies, too, shift. Item: he lied in rants to
damage my career. Item: at a party he grimaced and gestured to embarrass
