Tumblr profile (age | gender | sexuality) I leave
Willing to trade for wine: three work dresses,
two pencil skirts, and one white bra from 1999.
I spent my morning scouring Facebook
for store recommendations
that aren’t H&M and Uniqlo.
The internet keeps telling me I’m wrong
for not being skinny, androgynous.
That’s the only ways to be non-binary, yannow?
In order to fit the uniform I’m buying gym
memberships like collector’s items.
Maybe fat will shed from breasts first.
That way, I won’t have to saw them off
with a steak knife.
Twitter: This sucks, I‘ve only just figured out
how to put on eyeliner.
counting calories: one-calorie, two-
calorie, three-calorie ah-ah-ahhh.
It’s tiring. I’m tired. I struggle
to go to the gym, defeating
the point of the exercise: Becoming
definable. Or, at least, photographable.
Dehydration is an easy five pounds.
God, I can barely figure out a wardrobe
let alone what I am. I want ugliness.
But, I also want likes on Instagram.
ISO: Match, kindling. If only
I’ve such desperate fear
of doing this wrong.
Sara Patterson is a Toronto-based writer. Her work has appeared in publications such as Electric Literature, Minola Review, and Plenitude Magazine. Find a curated selection of her work at: http://saralpatterson.com.