summer camp

by Fred Aiken

a girl named jackie looks into the mirror,
though she doesn’t see herself,
at least not anymore,
not for a long time,
not since perhaps she was seven years old
and was looking forward to going to an equestrian camp
in new england, where she met her first crush, vincent,
whom she shared a dry kiss behind the stables
while the other kids galloped about
in the air with no seatbelts