NYU

August in Brittany,

running after actors

doing Shakespeare in

Washington Square,

42^nd Street ids,

the boys across the hall,

Jesse and Joe before he

came out (and went back in),

going to court

for a first date with “Ef,”

running from the bar

to my 8:30

Writing Workshop,

taking my shirt off

in Central Park on

a dare (and anywhere).

I could still count

the boys I’d kissed,

wore my prom dress

to Wigstock and

took that photo

with Hot Rob.

I still have the dress

and the photo.

I’m still that girl.