Testimony
Always my mind was turning
each good memory to rot, so surprised
to find an old photo that told me otherwise
or hear from the past a friend
who uttered my name with tenderness.
Covered with the dirt of another
world, I heard the crumbling
behind each good thing, felt its touch
on my grubby sleeve, this world
that was always darkening.
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Susan Trofimow is a writer based in Boston, MA. Her work has appeared in Atticus Review, Whale Road Review, Rattle, Lascaux Review, LEON Literary Review, and other publications.