Liberty Olivia Gatwood

When the blonde counselor showed up at Christian camp,
the boys stopped being fun.


She arrived, a stack of bubblegum
suitcases next to her—


one reserved only for her headbands—
and the boys froze mid-dribble,


one foot in the river, hand on the bow,
macaroni necklaces slid off their strings and onto the floor.


Rumor was, the camp dog only had three legs
because a boy swung his gun during rifle practice


just to drink a glimpse.


We should be team building not breaking,
she said one evening, after canceling capture the flag.