Reimagining: The Evolution of My Brother
Written from the perspective of the brother. I used to have this overwhelming sense that my sister wanted to kill me. When I say she wanted to kill me, I mean she either wanted to kill me herself or wouldn’t really care all that much if I just ended up six feet under the ground. Just as long as she could make sure she had her friends and her grades and her nice California school. I remember submitting this poem about her once. Something about how I fought back when she chased me with a scary metal object. She was never meant to read that poem, but her slightly positive response to it did not make me feel half bad. It was like she appreciated me for something more than just being her brother, but for acknowledging her identity beyond those barriers. I began to see her as my sister, not just a sister. She is older than me, used to be taller and ...