Amanda is sort of dating my sister’s boyfriend’s oldest brother and when he arrives at the bonfire with a piglet slung over his shoulder, his chest is a bow, her squeal an arrow. She follows me into the porta-potty where I plead with her to go home, but she’s twirling out of the bathroom. When the boys ask where we’ve been, she kisses me. Her lips are slick and honey-hot. Warm like imagination. I know the kiss is not for me. The kiss is because Amanda is hungrier than any boy at this party. This girl is here for blood.
Yoda Olinyk's work has appeared in Rattle and The Shore. She has published a memoir about restaurant life and is working on her second anthology.