my brother and I played desert island in our backyard on summer evenings. I wore my hair at my shoulders and the sun had turned us brown. I wore my shirt open because all the boys in movies wore their shirts open when they were stranded on desert islands. The kitchen windows were open and our mother called us in for dinner, which was pancakes with strawberry yogurt but because we were stranded on a desert island it was actually jellyfish, which our mother ate when she lived in Japan and to us seemed unimaginable. When my father came to the kitchen he told me to button my shirt up even though it was hot and my brother was shirtless across the table. When my father came to the table he handed me girlhood and I have never learned how to put it down.