but the swan still gets the stars
By: Sanjana Ramanathan
Leda can cry like a nightingale,
stuttered wingbeats against the bedsheets
but all words are smothered in the face
of a hunger god’s desires.
What else can a queen do but endure
when that trumpet neck curves across the sky?
The swell of her stomach becomes
(and what worse fate awaits her
Fine art becomes the silver anatomy of a swan
shaped to drape like perizoma
so men with the eyes and appetite of Aquila
can call themselves connoisseurs
while they devour.
Sanjana Ramanathan (she/her) is an English student at Drexel University. She enjoys playing video games, cracking open a new book, and daydreaming. Her work is published or upcoming in clandestine lit, Babel Tower Notice Board, and Flash Frog.
You can find Sanjana @sanjubilees on Twitter.