The Dorm Room Sign I Stole When I Was 18 Shows Up in Every Bathroom Selfie
Poetry by SG Huerta
I look in the mirror and I’m not sure what I see – not Man or Woman: I’m a Mexican boy, a short dyke, all but what was prescribed at birth, baptism, beyond. My last bathroom was huge, walk-in closet and all. Now, I barely have space, but it’s mine. Too-strong cologne, vegan toothpaste, 420 sign, all crowding the counter, all culminating in that which I can’t express unless cloaked in sly metaphor for dresses that never fit and makeup that hid too much of my turmoil, inner and otherwise. Let me sit on my pink bath mat. It is too small to contain me.
SG Huerta is a Chicano poet from Dallas. They are pursuing their MFA at Texas State University where they serve as the nonfiction editor for Porter House Review. SG is the author of the chapbook The Things We Bring with Us: Travel Poems (Headmistress Press, 2021). Their work has appeared in Kissing Dynamite, Infrarrealista Review, Variant Lit, and various other places. They currently live in Texas with their partner and two cats. Find them at sghuertawriting.com or on Twitter @sg_poetry.