G.L. Maverick
DADDY (ZEUS) ISSUES
all i know is that
the insides of these immortal thighs
bear ancient scars
attesting to the power of a god
and this apex
breathes lightning
into a vengeful tree encasing
i am but a fountain of ambrosia
for a deserved no one
i say no one
nobody
at all
TOO MUCH YOLK FOR ONE EGG
i beg my mother
to split this soul in two
and rebirth me as twins
return me to the womb
and divide this doubled mind
i promise to come back out
bloody / headfirst / tearless
BAG BOY
i grocery shop at 2 am
in the bathroom mirror
groping, weighing, comparing
apples to oranges
rather
a lemon to a grapefruit
so soft yet so easily bruised
so young i become the Bag Boy
learning to arrange, to rearrange
still learning to accept
these misshapen parts
this cross-pollinated body
oh how i crave to be the farmer
a plucker of the budding flesh
oh how i yearn for the harvest
so that i may wrench these crops
from their low-hanging branches
and leave them for the crows
G.L. Maverick (she/they) is a being, just like you, and would like for
you to remember that your days are numbered... but there's no sense in
counting down. She is an aspiring novelist and potential chapbook
compiler who lives with her family in Virginia. You will find more of
their words in Apricity Press’s 7th Issue, and you can find them on
Twitter: @gracen_lee_mav.