The Math of a Princess

is there’s just one of you — more in the corps,
a dozen girls who covet the headpiece
secured by thirty bobby pins.  Abhor
your good fortune. Pretend to be friends. Peace
is mathematically sound when it’s ten
surrounding one, too terrified, thin.  Learn
survival means shopping, invitations —
one texting this evening, ice blue eyes burn
your soul:  “Art party, castle, wear faux pink
mink stole.  Tiara, I’ll borrow — you’ve got
so many of them.”  No doubt she keeps track. Think
you should say no. Stay in.  But it’s a thought
that doesn’t add up. You factor her wrath.
Too many girls hate you. It’s princess math.

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Kristin Garth

Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola, Florida. She is a knee sock aficionado and a sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked the pages of Luna Luna, Occulum, Anti-Heroin Chic, Ghost City Review, Drunk Monkeys, TERSE, Journal and many other publications. Her chapbook Pink Plastic House is available through

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