Little Guy

by J.J. Wolfort

i was a girl,          a boy,           a monster. 

fat & round & sour-faced & ugly. 

a straight-hair whore,        ponytail pussy. 

jeans with a t-shirt & i looked like a          punk. 

short skirt & fishnets made me look like a         slut. 


& mom was never happy with platform boots 

& hairy legs & i clunked around college 

like a                 blooming,       braless corpse flower.


i was no girl, i decided, no boy either. 

little guy,            little thing. 

goblin,                                   gremlin, 

yorkie creature.          a teapot, flowers on porcelain, 

a studded belt from claires.   

not human, not alive, not breathing, 

not dead.            a ghost, 

a phantom,               a sewn-on jean patch. 


& my clothes were my armor & my skin 

was pink, blistered & i smiled with dimples dug deep in my cheeks 

& my eyes sank into my head & I  laughed 

like a bimbo ‘cuz I was not a boy,

not a girl, but a concept, 

          an opinion,                            a thought, 

                                  a dream.

J.J. Wolfort is a Florida-born writer and editor. They are currently pursing their BA in creative writing at the University of Central Florida.