Do not reminisce about your first crush
in junior high, the one who sat behind
you in L.A.S.S. and always liked other girls.
Try not to wince at the orthodontist's office
when they show him the wires and talk
of wax and rubber bands and how to brush.
Instead make fart jokes and refuse
to remember what cut you.
You two have your own language now,
fearless as the deer in the yard
who prickle and leap
away from danger
without the need to think.