She never knew one of us from another, so my brothers and I grew up fighting
Over our mother’s mind
Like sun-colored suitors in a Greek myth. We were willing
做恶。我们在嘴巴周围保持巧克力。她母亲的最后一个,
She cried at funerals, cried when she whipped me. She whipped me
日常的。我对宣称感激的人最感兴趣
For their childhood beatings. None of them took what my mother gave,
Waking us for school with sharp slaps to our bare thighs.
That side of the family is darker. I should be grateful. So I will be—