She, she was born thus, a she. Around her were cousins, he-cousins. Whenever a gathering, he-cousins crowded, shoving her aside, not a thought to them as they did. Time after time. Came a time, an expanse of time, one he-cousin sat, back-seat beside her, he-uncle, she-aunt in front, journey to a castle mountain in a far country. All day-trip long, words of the he-cousin, scratched at her skin, poked at her eyes, clever cleaver-he, he was. She, unschooled in words, could find only bird’s nests in her throat. Silent she sat. At the castle-mountain, divergence tightened. He-uncle, she-aunt, he-cousin, wanted eye-knowledge. Her throat craved drink, her stomach cried for the castle-famous egg-omelets. Ridicule did not dissuade. She-aunt’s face scrunched up; anger words flew. But, omelets, at last, yes!
Small tokens, cost a lot. He-cousin, he-uncle, she-aunt, pinched their lips, went silent. Hours on long home trip, in flight, he-cousin sat silent beside her. His anger, her shame, scattered to whole family.
She walked many feel-better walks, One day, on a path in a field near woods-still-wild, she saw a coyote jazz trotting along. This coyote, head turned to look at her, shrug-looked, stopped. Waiting. She heard him, as if in her own head. I give you , breath of my breath, revenge to that he-cousin, so mean. Inhale and it is yours. What could she do, not inhale? Most curious, she thought.
A year passed. On a day, he-cousin grew sick. Sick and sicker, long-time sad, and died. She-aunt, as was her wont, pointed anger in twirls, everywhere, stuck to her, stuck to many. Puzzling. That coyote, she remembered. Not so satisfying.