Don’t add on said the stepfather at the therapist’s office, said the father’s lawyers at the long table, said the mother again and again over many years. There’s what happened and there’s extrapolations. Don’t make those. Just because you feel raped doesn’t mean you were. Just because something doesn’t seem right doesn’t make it wrong. Just because something seems true doesn’t mean it is. Just because evidence doesn’t mean compelling. Just because tears don’t mean hurt. Just because hurt didn’t mean stop. Just because hurt isn’t always someone else’s fault. Don’t add on because that’s how you ruin good people’s lives, because what you can’t remember can’t count, because you should have counted the number of times you awoke sad & sore but you didn’t, couldn’t have known to then or that it might matter later. Later is now and it’s too late. You could have ruined a bad man’s life but you didn’t want to add on.
-- Kati Goldstein (she/her) is a writer and educator from Miami, Florida, who now lives in Chicago, Illinois. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Columbia College Chicago and a BA in Creative Writing from Colorado College. She is the author of the chapbook, Binge Watch (Finishing Line Press, 2017), and her work has appeared in Voicemail Poems, Red Eft Review, Columbia Poetry Review, as well as other publications.