All Posts By Kristin Garth

Proxy

Handpicked handmaiden, raven hair, a charm collected, jaunt in country air. Conveyed to castle, swift, by dainty, dirty arm, for sister,...

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Why Did He Stop?

I ask myself a lot  why did he stop? Did I make too much noise? Did he hear other boys stir, their sleeping bags flop, anticipating...

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Home

A fairytale this thing called home: a shrine they keep that you’ve outgrown. They lure you back, a feast, homemade, with sugar cookies,...

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Claudia

First prey then predator, princess from plague of corpses, rats — white cross/black rain. Wood rot, footsteps in smoke, cadavers...

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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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