Bethany Stewart
Virgin Mary
That which I sought after
My Fountain of Youth
Fed from the sallow breast
My tragedy
Banish them
My two Olympus Mons
Bane of my disfigurement
You have changed in profusion
While I stay fervently in my past
An icon
A downturned gaze
Craned neck to the left
Sorrowful expression
Melancholic protuberances flowing out from the chest
I cannot express my hatred
Disgust for them now
Foully spilling over my ribs
Cut out the areoles
Dissect that soft flesh
Taste it
And chew it
Swallow my breast
So I can watch you expel
Back from your stomach
The acid and meat
Of my licentious venison
When you begin my vivisection
Start with them
I do not want them any longer
Clark Park; (I am longing)
In the dome of an all too
light blue sky
Paler than the milk I have been drinking
Missing an “added fat” at dinner
Not saying anything
Like gunpowder in my mouth
Gunpowder in my meal plan
Ignite me
I await the thousands
Abyssal pigment
The feathers of a memory
The crows of my sky
Bethany Stewart is a twenty-year-old queer woman from the salmon town of Campbell River, British Columbia. She is a Canada Goose apologist, collects antiques, wears 1950s clothes, peruses historic buildings, and languishes.