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.