I remember walking in,
taking a shot
and taking off my clothes
I remember being the first one in the pool.
I remember him asking if I was
"just going to hang out in a wet bikini
for the rest of the night"
I remember telling him yes
and him responding
"I am more than okay with that."
I remember playing never have I ever
and losing within the first five minutes
I remember a group of boys chanting
at me and Emily to "kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!"
I remember playing beer pong
with ***** instead
I remember checking the time
and not giving a **** about
going home
I remember a baby-faced boy
who'd never been kissed
I remember him asking me "Wanna makeout?"
I remember saying yes, I remember following him
to the tennis courts and taking off my bikini
I remember getting on my knees,
but let's say I don't remember
what happened next
Kind of felt like a fever dream/ I also feel like if you're following me you should know that I've never published a poem about the same man twice.