Ode to the First Boy Who Made Me Feel It

DOROTHY CHAN
"...I'll put maple syrup on my breasts… if you’ll decorate / other parts with cream, that rush rush rush, taking me back / to an Orlando vacation: eleven, when I encounter the first boy / who makes me feel it, the way this nineteen-something-ride/ operator… looks at me as my parents and I / get out of the boat ride…”