stevie
belchak

 

 

 

 

             IT WOULD SEEM

              all I ever wanted

              was a bodysuit
              fern
              to bathe in

              expensive light

              I never knew
              the past

              could be like this

              the day thinning
              my hurt
              and bathwater
              coming out

              ink

              pained between
              my legs

              are dying
              feathers

 

 

 

             WATCH HOW I

              cinnamon
              bleed

              redistribute
              my youth

              in the mirror

              is my
              elastane waist

              a sectional

              of hand

              for this
              poor light

              I hold my body
              up

              to its stitching

              examine the
              foreignness

              like the edges
              of cream

              something
              to be licked

 

 

Stevie Belchak is a graduate of the English MFA for Poets & Writers at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst and currently lives in Astoria, OR. Her creative nonfiction and poetry can be found published in The Hopper, The Quarterless Review, Feelings, Pinwheel Journal, Hobart Pulp, Blush Lit, Dream Pop Press, Third Coast, Metatron's #MicroMeta series, and JetFuel Review--among others. More at www.steviebelchak.com.