All Posts By Kristin Garth

Darkbloom

Night blossom, hawkish, witchy wiles, lovechild in lightning with a pedophile. My Cue, best book, biography. By art beguiled, betrothed to...

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Encounter

If you encounter my body, it will pretend. Shy smile to stutter, eyes flutter, descend. Online I am open. I spill until arid is slush. My...

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Don’t Ask Me

Don’t ask me why I didn’t run — against my cheek a silver gun. My sister’s sobs are all I hear, another gun inside that fear....

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Me

(for You, Caroline Kepnes) Confession is a stack of books; such small hands offer closer looks: mine Paula Cox and Spaulding Gray — grad...

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Knockoff Doll

I’m in a corner of your mind. To mock, undress, to use unkind. Not about me much at all. Just recognize a knock- off Barbie doll. A pink...

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