Jenny Han

He wasn’t some rite of passage.

summer boys crew

curfews, girls on his hall,

The rush, the roar in my eardrums.

“My roommate snores even louder than you do.”

Steven had nearly gagged. “He’s lost his mind,” he said, shaking his head.

pining and longing

started rifling around, pushing hangers over to the side,

“That’s stained,” I said.

Cory could be your rebound.