Looking for my Birth Control

By Kaylee Sugimoto

I’m kissing him with you on my mind,

and I believe her hands are yours. 

I wish your arms were around my waist,

while I’m thinking of her taste. 

I’m hearing his voice and pretending it’s you,

and hoping that I get the flu. 

Or maybe feel some other type of way

than this hurt I feel when I say we’re okay.