I am at a summer camp with a few kids I used to know. We are all grown up and looking for a place to sleep in an outdoor cabin. There is a lot of activity surrounding me: people eating chicken wings, smoking weed, laughing and talking. I look for my spot to sleep. It's an orange fold down couch with a wool blanket. I lie down and fall asleep. I wake up in the morning with someone's arms wrapped around me. He's super skinny, and I'm feeling a blend of being violated and also ok with the forced comfort. I watch him get up. His chest is pale and speckled with freckles. He's a kid I used to go to school with in Colorado. Keith Long. I wake up and wonder where he is in life. I wonder if he's still around. I remember him that one day in summer camp when Bethany made him cry. He was really upset. I hadn't seen a boy cry like that before. He was 10 and to me it was like seeing a grown man cry.
