16 Sep: Our Other Sister

Our Other Sister

 for Ellen
The cruelest thing I did to my younger sister
wasn't shooting a homemade blowdart into her knee,
where it dangled for a breathless second

before dropping off, but telling her we had
another, older sister who'd gone away.
What my motives were I can't recall: a whim,

or was it some need of mine to toy with loss,
to probe the ache of imaginary wounds?
But that first sentence was like a strand of DNA

that replicated itself in coiling lies
when my sister began asking her desperate questions.
I called our older sister Isabel

and gave her hazel eyes and long blonde hair.
I had her run away to California
where she took drugs and made hippie jewelry.

Before I knew it, she'd moved to Santa Fe
and opened a shop. She sent a postcard
every year or so, but she'd stopped calling.

I can still see my younger sister staring at me,
her eyes widening with desolation
then filling with tears. I can still remember

how thrilled and horrified I was
that something I'd just made up
had that kind of power, and I can still feel

the blowdart of remorse stabbing me in the heart
as I rushed to tell her none of it was true.
But it was too late. Our other sister

had already taken shape, and we could not
call her back from her life far away
or tell her how badly we missed her.

2 comments:

  1. Very cool story. The power of storytelling in a short story. How we can create a story more powerful and painful than a blow dart wound. For storytelling purposes I'd have liked her to have created a more painful physical comparison, maybe a blow dart to the eye, or firecracker that took off a couple fingers, but still I like it

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  2. Sometimes I still feel like these ideas come to life. Not only creating stories to gauge others' reactions, maybe starting as a joke, or a project, but also to see if we start to believe them ourself. I wonder if the sister telling the story really wanted an older sister first...the power that they have to tell younger sisters things is a really neat way of flipping the power. They both wanted the power and wanted to give it away to the older sister. Maybe she wanted to be told a story, too.

    I love the last line "WE could not call her back"...letting us know that we start to believe our own lies and stories too...

    Ya, the blow dart- wow. Lol.

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