The Fantasy

Over the course of my childhood I would have a recurring fantasy. The same fantasy every time. My fantasy was that I would walk into the kitchen to the silverware drawer next to our refrigerator. I open the drawer and pull out one of the steak knives with the wooden handles. I stab myself in the stomach and think, now that I’ve done this she can’t do it to me ever again. That is the legacy of damage you leave behind.