WOLF
Filip Fufezan
Wolf likes to show off his armpits. He does it when he can. He has nice triceps. He hasn’t shaved in a month. Wolf is a 2020’s boy. He is tiktok famous for his mop hair and puka shell necklace. Wolf wants to make easy money showing off his boy bod. Onlyfans is too saturated. Anyways, Wolf only turns 18 next week. His Twitter followers have seen him grow since he was 14. He’s interested in being a Findom. He was catfished only once. There’s a scar on his cheek. People say he could be a model. I think he has no story behind his eyes. He’s beautiful like Megan Fox. When he’s legal, his friends will feel safe with him at the club. Only pretty people are safe at the club. Wolf posts bad poetry on threads. He drinks diet coke and knows about carcinogens and aspartame. A reddit post told him that it’ll give him superpowers. He’d rather have cancer than be fat. He is looking to looksmaxx himself. He let his middle part grow out. Rhinoplasty is on the agenda. Raised cheekbones, too. A BBL if anthonyhugh23 will fund it. Oh, yea. Wolf’s been talking to anthonyhugh23 on snapchat for 8 years. They met on the gay tag on Omegle.
Today, anthonyhugh23 is now 26 years old. Wolf still shows his armpits like anthonyhugh23 asks. anthonyhugh23 paypals Wolf $20 each time he does it. The only difference now is that Wolf has armpit hair.
Wolf is moving to LA next month. He wants to be a famous actor. His favorite movies are horror. He hasn’t seen one David Lynch or Gregg Araki film. Anthonyhugh23 will be waiting at arrivals for him. Wolf can’t wait to meet him. When they meet In Real Life, anthonyhugh23 might remark, "You're taller than your photos," to which Wolf might reply, "You're less attractive than your wallet.”
jeremy: my barber, my therapist, my confidante
Filip Fufezan
hey jeremy / i had a crisis / my last haircut didn’t look like the reference photo online / wore a hat for two weeks / looked like a fuck ass karen bob / how r u? / i’m impatient / I want 50% off Tops / i want a lit mag response / i can change my clothes / i can’t change the feeling in my bones / how can i monetize my iPhone note poetry? / my beauty is exempt from spiritual laws / i am privileged to be selfish / a cute boy told me i look like river phoenix / i do? / wow / i want a man who feels nothing / i can cozy up in the void inside of him / i seek reflective surfaces so i can check my hair / fuck it never stays / a fragment of me blemishes on the glass for good / i am spread out throughout the city / find me if you want to / i don’t wanna feel seen / i wanna feel better / i’ve never felt more seen / than when the barista spelled my name correctly / filip with an f / i am the twitter boyfriend / i drift through the comments / wow they love me / i only have 2.8k followers / i want the chalamet look / hey jeremy / how permanent is a perm?
3 boys and 20 minutes
Filip Fufezan
a pool table nestled,
corner of the pub,
next to
license plate wall art,
newspaper clippings,
neon signs.
Chapped Lipped Waitress rushes by,
her hurried face red,
interacts with
elder trucker men, drinking
whatever’s on tap,
beer orange-yellow fizzing,
talk about work,
their faces scarred, eyes small,
my friend said that
it’s like
Twin Peaks here,
here in this mountain town,
one street only and…
she keeps talking but—
2 boys gather,
I watch, careful glances,
fantasy of connection
slips my attention
from my friend to them—
oh their smiles
faces flush with mountain air,
their hair the way I want mine
2 boys gather
by the pool table they nestle,
Corona they drink,
game starts and
oh fuck,
boy 1 bends,
ass framed in sweats—
boy 2 lifts his Corona,
flesh revealed
as black shirt unveils
the soft of his belly
where I wish to explore,
red lips around the bore,
wet,
(i have eagle eyes)
his tongue caresses
the inside of the bottle, then—
to the right,
in walks boy 3,
his face red too from
winter solstice breath,
or from a
10-person mountain orgy,
everyone cosplaying as wildness:
bucks and bears and wolves and
my heart’s pounding,
I want them—
there’s a bathroom downstairs,
pass the photographs from
the 1980’s of the pub
when it used to be fun I guess
there’s a stall in the bathroom,
big enough for us four
I can be of use to them,
their casual masculinity
Chapped Lip Waitress comes
I beg
she says
“no, you can’t switch out your reuben and soup for 3 boys and their 20 minutes.”
Filip Fufezan is an actor and writer based in Vancouver, BC. You can find his words in Hobart, & Change, and Currant Jam.