A Letter Found Taped to My Dorm Room Door, 1982
How are you?
Are you still wild?
I have sort of a question to ask you.
Our initiation semiformal is this Saturday.
I asked a girl who goes to school in Boston last week.
Things were all set—
Until I found out she can’t go.
That is no longer important,
But I still need a date.
I tried to think of girls to ask,
With having fun in mind.
I thought immediately of you.
I want to be sure this will not cause you any trouble—
You know, with your complex personal life.
The Kappa sisters curled my hair,
A smiling army.
I did not have a dress.
They found one in Kathleen’s closet,
A size too large.
Shoes from Laura’s room,
That gave me blisters.
Maura painted my face.
I did not look like me.
I was not fun, or wild.
I missed you.
It was 2 am, and I stumbled out of the pub,
You found me and kicked that guy’s ass.
I was the almost sweetheart of Sigma Phi Epilson.
Susan Cossette is the author of Peggy Sue Messed Up (2017). A two-time recipient of the University of Connecticut’s Wallace Stevens Poetry Prize, her work has appeared in Rust and Moth, Adelaide, Clockwise Cat, Anti-Heroin Chic, The Scarecrow and in the anthologies Tuesdays at Curley’s and After the Equinox.