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.