Kristin Garth – Page 2 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

Darkbloom

June 17, 2018August 25, 2018 Kristin Garth

Night blossom, hawkish, witchy wiles, lovechild in lightning with a pedophile. My Cue, best book, biography. By art beguiled, betrothed to Clare Quilty — dress black, ink blue. Lolita vacation kaleidoscope of butterflies. Whim winged gleams, collector’s eyes. 12 year old on index cards. Captured clippings, American bard, true predator. Read more

Encounter

May 27, 2018May 26, 2018 Kristin Garth

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 body encountered is hidden and hushed. I can’t speak the truth, but I will write it down. Words wing me to friends while I’m Read more

Don’t Ask Me

May 16, 2018May 15, 2018 Kristin Garth

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. Momentum only breaths and throbs. Don’t ask me why I got inside — a life at stake that isn’t mine. A gunpoint push becomes Read more

Me

May 9, 2018May 11, 2018 Kristin Garth

(for You, Caroline Kepnes) Confession is a stack of books; such small hands offer closer looks: mine Paula Cox and Spaulding Gray — grad schoolgirl haul. My nipples peek outside to play. Shoebox apartment, windows wide, nude peepshow cuz you’re lurking outside. “I talk to strangers.” I tweet. Perform. My Read more

Knockoff Doll

April 23, 2018October 15, 2018 Kristin Garth

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 plastic beauty, can I replace? I have that kind of fuck me face. Not angular enough to be name brand. Small town Read more