I Forget Who I Said It To, But I Remember How, Afterwards, They Looked at Me As Though I Had Driven A Steak Knife Through Their Mother’s Hand

By Rachel McKibbens
I love my brother. He had the exact same childhood as I did. 
But he doesn't get credit for it. He isn't the writer. I am
the star of the violence. I expose. My Peter, when he marries,
I will be so sad. No girl in the world deserves him but me. 
Copyright Credit: Rachel McKibbens, "I Forget Who I Said It To, But I Remember How, Afterwards, They Looked at Me As Though I Had Driven A Steak Knife Through Their Mother’s Hand" from Pink Elephant.  Copyright © 2009 by Rachel McKibbens.  Reprinted by permission of Rachel McKibbens.