Did you take delight in the sound
of the belt on my bare legs?
Did the red welts please you?
Did you hear my stifled weeping and rejoice?
Or were you just grouchy for having
to welcome us into your home
—you can’t turn family away, after all—
resentful of having your space invaded
while Mom and Dad got back on their feet?
Would it matter to you now, after 35 years,
if I told you what I told you then?
Auntie, the lens of the swim mask
was already coming
out of the gasket,
and I was only trying to fix it.
No, I wasn’t hiding it behind my back
because I was to blame—
I was hiding it for the same reason
prey conceals itself from the predator.