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Two Poems by Kristin Garth

hello stranger

she whispers, harrier eyes, buckle-front

short coat, pole dancer’s thighs, nomadic waif

accident prone on british streets bluffs, blunt,

for scones, sandwiches, stitches up neat. safe

approximation of a fairytale,

alice, tea server, with obituarist’s

details, even name some memorial avails:

a savior, children, kind you assist to kiss.

full nude performer recidivist, when

you disappoint her, throw her away back

to neon, those strangers ready to pay — men

pretending love to topless amnesiacs,

last funeral plaque, persona construed.

she would have been anyone to love you.

Paper Kitten

A paper ball is breathing in your bed.

Translucent ribcage, a folded head. Ears

rotating at the sounds, a dreamy head

discerning what it’s found. It wasn’t here

when your eyes shut. It stretches a washi spine,

reveals red dot birthmark, a paper cut —

you understand this gift, pet, was designed

by his own hands, in mustard/butternut;

just one enchantment at the end, purview

of magic men, incantation to make

it breathe, to twitch a tail enough that you

believe in magic, forgive his mistake.

A paper kitten he enchants to breathe,

a little life he leaves for one you grieve.

Kristin Garth is a Pushcart & Best of the Net nominated sonnet stalker.  Her poetry has stalked magazines like Glass, Yes, Five:2: One, Former Cactus, Occulum & many more.  She has four chapbooks including Shakespeare for Sociopaths (Hedgehog Poetry Press). She has another forthcoming, Puritan U (Rhythm & Bones Press March 2019). Her full length, Candy Cigarette, is forthcoming April 2019 (The Hedgehog Poetry Press). Follow her on Twitter:  (@lolaandjolie), and her website

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