October 6 Reading: Poetry Pick with Kelsey

Poem for my First Girlfriend

Jessie fell through me 
like wind slipping through a screen,

the way hands push through water. 

For sixteen years before we met, 

I never knew the feel of my own body, 

how I might look at myself 

if I had entertained the possibility 

of not lying beneath 

but lying with, one sound— 

no ocean for the shell to hold.

                -Stacey Waite