- Wishing I Were Barbie
for P.
Girl, aren't you amazed by menwho occupy space without so much
as a thought? Those who neverquestion the position of the hands
or wrists, never ball the bodyup small at the sight of others?
From a quantum standpoint,we're mostly empty space.
I dream of filling it up. I would stuff itthick with silicone, hair follicles I've lost,
and enough ass to fill out the clothesI'm too ashamed to wear in public.
Like vintage '93 Barbie still in the box,I will be platinum blonde, cruising
with the top down as I pull awayfrom my Malibu dream-
house. Something in that,I want. I'm only not joking. Friend,
I have called myself by many names,shared those names with you in private.
We joke that my poems are more outthan I am. I could spend a lifetime
mosaicking the reflectionsI don't immediately recognize as my own [End Page 92]
into something someone might understand.You know the ones that last a fraction
of a second, right before you noticeyour deadself in them? I've read
that some quantum particles behavedifferently when observed. Only I know
who I am when no one is watching.When I die, turn my body to plastic
and play with me as if I am still here.Call me by all of my names. Only then
will you all know the onethat gives rise to my resplendent wings. [End Page 93]
Robert Julius is a queer writer and poet from Pittsburgh, PA. Currently, he lives in Columbus, OH with his husband, Daniel, and cat, Pouncey. He is a poetry editor at The Ohio State University's literary magazine, The Journal. His debut chapbook, Betweenlife, is forthcoming with Ghost City Press. You can follow him on Twitter @schumaker93.