Does it even matter to you that it’s me? 

Would it be the same with some random girl? 

Naked. 

Silence.  

So I compensated.  

the zipper was stuck.  

His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking painfully. 

It was cold.  So cold. 

A large bowl of cookies ‘n’ creme melted slowly under our desperate smiles and tortured silence as we realized we had nothing to say to each other. 

The air was kitten-soft and damp the evening I told him that it wasn’t working, fending off those same words from his lips. 

So I leave  

but   

I come back 

the tent was warm as a familiar chest.  

– his palm was sweaty when it cupped my bare ankle and pulled me towards him. 

Yes  

The stars were whirling, dancing with the ground. 

I’ll only stop if it hurts  

– his beer-laden breath was warm on my throat. 

I turned over.  

cosmic pinwheel. 

He let me.  

My face resting on a sodden pillow. 

you could hear the toilets flushing all night. 

The broken glass of the cabin window glinted coyly in the moonlight. 

In tenth grade I was in love. 

believe that? 

after all. 

I remember it so well.