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Ke Ke's Brother in Pegged Jeans

1994; Antioch College; Volume: 52; Issue: 4 Linguagem: Inglês

10.2307/4613035

2326-9707

Deanna Pickard,

American and British Literature Analysis

Why do I keep dreaming of the older boy I loved the year I was on the edge of eleven? He lived next door, was my best friend's brother. I remember her disgust as I confessed lying under the sky's huge bear of stars. We pricked our fingers, swore allegiance as we smeared the first red drops of innocence. Now we're kin she said,forever. I can't picture her face though I've tried as I've rocked a fevered child or walked cold floors, ears tuned to some dark music. But I can still see him: naked to the waist, his bones wrapped tight with lovely male muscles, and above his belt buckle, the exposed fine designs of hair that lead down to the part of a man's stomach I've always loved. Some nights I see him out my window, a new moon lighting his perfect profile, after a father's whiskey rage, the sound of glass breaking, a back screen door slamming, and feel the same unnameable shock.