Hindsight called, she says you’re a lesbian / Isabella McCormick

as my skin warms your bed,

i’m sure you are thinking of

how beautiful i am.

jesus.

how did i know that you’d like that?

mouthing under your jaw,

my tongue and my teeth exploring

the place where you forget to shave.

fuck.

when you slip a hand under my shorts and

grab my ass are you noticing how firm i am?

i have been working out, you see.

i want you.

when you grind me down into the bed and

tug my hair and clutch my breast and groan on my neck

i know that you do.

i can’t help but wonder, though—

what do i look like to you?

earlier, as i lay on your bed,

was i framed by the blue light that

fell in through your window?

did you trace my silhouette, the curve of my

shoulder and my hip, with eyes that wanted

more than i can give you?

Born and raised in south Alabama, Isabella now attends Davidson College with a major in comparative literature and minor in Hispanic studies. She has worked at an independent bookstore for the past five years, where she learned that books are indeed judged by their covers. You can find her at @toodleroo