North by Northwestern

We camped out on the varsity baseball diamond after watching the sunset at Portuguese Beach;

fruitless hip movements punctuated the maroon I felt beneath me

I should have been grapevine green, hopeful but still a little scared of newness; how novel

I thought (un)ceremoniously stripping in a tent on campus was

It was as cold as the cutoff

Too paranoid to fall asleep there; I was

afraid of the morning noises or how much I lied

Sorry that I’m sorry when you should be sorry.