Kristin Garth is a kneesock enthusiast and a Best of the Net nominated sonnet stalker. In addition to Isacoustic*, her poetry has stalked magazines like Glass, Yes, Five:2: One, Anti-Heroin Chic, Former Cactus, Occulum, Luna Luna, & many more. She has a chapbook Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), two forthcoming: Pensacola Girls (Bone & Ink Press, Sept 2018) and Shakespeare for Sociopaths (The Hedgehog Poetry Press Jan 2019). Her full length, Candy Cigarette, is forthcoming April 2019 (The Hedgehog Poetry Press). Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie), her weekly poetry column (https://www.rhythmnbone.com/sonnetarium) and her website (kristingarth.wordpress.com).
So slick & quick, they always start. They know
each ventricle of a schoolgirl’s heart, pretenders,
naked, just like you, with lesson plans & homework,
too. Summons, secret, to a bed to play. No strip
club required. They will not pay for a bookish
girl they’ve known for years, before the days
of topless cheers – coquettish in a velvet dress,
punk rock bar, a college girl they pushed too far.
The one who moved you from your parents’ house,
first smoke, first choke, first heart cut out to Jane’s
Addiction, red face, low lights & sweat tell you all you
should have already known. He’s not alone. He’s a
different than the ones who pay, seek lust & love
in a public, prescripted way. They make the rules.
They know who you are. You can try to change
a made-up mind, but you won’t get too far. They
know all your details. They calculate their words.
Their histories are mysteries. Every last stand, line
in the sand is buried & blurred. They look at you
sometimes, a blank stare you recognize — the cool
calculations of a predator’s eyes. You’ve seen it
in mirrors, some nights at the club when some
out-of-town businessman has fallen in love. He’s
speaking of somedays, a dream that necessitates you,
and you’re counting how many more table dances
you need to do to buy a TV as big as your friends.
How many more twerks & how many bends?
In public, a private dick will preen, compile,
pretty words on display. In private, you’ll see it.
They will make you pay.