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here’s a poem i wrote two years ago about a straight girl i had at a summer camp we work at!

Hiding behind the art shack at dusk

  she smears orange fingerprints into my eyebrow, dragging her

hand down my cheek, as crickets chirp

happily around us. The mosquitoes halo at 

our heads, she tugs my ear where it’s swollen, angry 

red. Sometime in July, she helps me dye

my hair, drug-store cheap, and we laugh at my

skin, stained cerulean. We spend late nights drinking, sitting on

cracked cinder blocks and broken floorboards covered

in cardboard. She tells me how the green in my eyes distracted her after we

lose our third game as beer pong partners, her thumb

swiping my chin and I am eight years old again

and a boy from cabin

three swallows my painting, a rainbow, chews 

it, and spits out dyke. I am nineteen and 

we sneak out to go skinny dipping on the last night of camp. The glow of the

moon is mirrored on her skin and I can see how

her eyelashes clump together, damp, as she tells me how