poems by Kristin Garth
a shaded bloom of girl shutdown
ear budded wanderer, bible belt
blue lawed gentrified downtown —
while everyone’s in sunday school.
she sips sacrament of absolut
with horseradish, tomato juice
for the blood of prostitutes,
harlots, heathens, whores depraved
decried the day puritans are saved.
rages ritualistically revirginized
just like her Christian town,
a seventh day atheist adventuress
untouchable once a week,
her habit see thru black lace gown.
her bowtied lovers become behaved,
stay away sunday abstain & pray,
seek absolution for sex six days —
petty pretty atrocities, plantation beds
mahogany misogyny memories.
devout this day. all is undone, unsaid.
sunday sacrifice sacrosanct she hates.
monday is coming & she will wait.
The Scarlet Socks
They’re kept inside a velvet box. Bijou
the key, bitty, burgundy lock. A chain
of silver near a pious throat subdues
sublime this sin sunlight eschews. She’s pain
in public, diabolical dark eyes.
Small strokes of key stokes thoughts of thighs.
From pulpit, pew, a cheeky wink surprise.
Of scarlet socks, you fantasize. So shy
at midnight, feather bed, unbuttoned, bare,
long legs in red. Across your lap, her flesh
aflame, a vermillion temptress who wears
your shame. Her crimson climax, she’ll confess.
In twill, a demon, worsted, doll depraved
you save. In scarlet socks, she will behave.
Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola and a sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked magazines like Five: 2: One, Glass, Anti-Heroin Chic, Occulum, Drunk Monkeys, Luna Luna, TERSE. Journal and many more. Her chapbook Pink Plastic House is available from Maverick Duck Press, and she has two forthcoming: Pensacola Girls (Bone & Ink Press, Sept 2018) and Shakespeare for Sociopaths (The Hedgehog Poetry Press Jan 2019). She also has a full length upcoming Candy Cigarette from the same press in April. Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie), her weekly poetry column (spidermirror.com/the-sonnetarium) and her website (kristingarth.wordpress.com).