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You thought we didn’t know. But we knew once,

children know these things. Don’t turn away now —

            we inhabited

a lie to appease you. I remember

sunlight of early spring, embankments

netted with dark vinca. I remember

lying in a field, touching my brother’s body.

Don’t turn away now; we denied

memory to console you. We mimicked you, reciting

the terms of our punishment. I remember

some of it, not all of it: deceit

begins as forgetting. I remember small things, flowers

growing under the hawthorn tree, bells

of the wild scilla. Not all, but enough

to know you exist: who else had reason to create

mistrust between a brother and sister but the one

who profited, to whom we turned in solitude? Who else

would so envy the bond we had then

as to tell us it was not earth

but heaven we were losing?