Spring 2007 • Vol. XXIX No. 2 Fiction |

Byblis

Hers was no sister's love.  —Metamorphoses Sylvia Do you believe in imprinting? Not right when you're born and the first thing you see is "mommy," but when your hormones have so miraculously changed you into somebody else that anything seems possible, and you suddenly look up from your new body into your older brother's warm, black eyes? It happens in those moments when you're aching. Strange things get inside you and can't find their way out. Then you fall in love with whoever is around, or with someone you can never have. Sometimes one person is both. This image of Charlie and me comes and goes all night: Two teenagers' bodies falling, as naturally as if they were still very young, into a childhood bed to wrestle. They are greedy, fumbling, their clothes thrown off into the sheets, becoming more and more tangled, until they're nearly lost. I'm sure that in the morning Charlie hated his hands—the hands I almost blossomed into the spring I was sixteen, lea

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