Untitled Identity Crisis
by Jonah Carothers

          For sale: One body. Used. Glitters in the sunlight but only when wearing ill-fitting, ugly, boring clothes.
          Hair, though not much of it, but too much for the company of wolves. Fuzzy. Generic. Drips a lot after hot showers. Not black. Not brown. Not red. Maybe blonde.
          Lots of freckles in shapes that may or may not be cult objects.
          Lips bitten, but not as much as nails. We regret to inform you that this model has the ugliest hands you've ever seen. Skin breaking up, peeling like sunburn at fingertips. Red. Cramp in the cold and every other climate. Small. Fit into spaces they can't get out of. Inky. Spew words.
          Scrawny, disproportionate legs and arms. Knobby knees. Stuck-in toes. Crooked from hips-down. Bowlegged. Beastlike.
          Woman hips. Breasts that used to be perfect until nineteen. Now they're just a bit useless. We apologize for the inconvenience.
          Virgin. Not a virgin. Clawed. Friction burn. Too much hair. Too little hair. More hair down there than there is on one side of the head. Razor marks. Blisters, sometimes. Lots and lots of blisters.
          Thighs are good for holding, not much else.
          Weak. Scrawny. The shittiest meal you'll ever have.
          Gateway eyes that tell you she'd rather be anything but a body with a vagina and tits and lips and all of the above.