she bit me

for some reason
your sister
bit your brother
on the arm
when you were
children.
you can still
remember the imprint
of her teeth
in his boney
forearm.
a perfect ring
of teeth marks
indented white.
you remember
him running
through the house
yelling, look,
look, she bit
me, as if to prove
that she was the
guilty one, not
him.