San Francisco
You are his Madeleine in Vertigo,
airport to Ernie’s to show you how much
he listens, potential daddy dom. He knows
you’re grieving some other one. Won’t touch
you until you take ecstasy. He knows
he’s not your fantasy, but you are his,
the tightest slit to desecrate. Eyes closed,
awaiting weight that suffocates. He does
it with his fingers too, asphyxiates
until you don’t remember who’s inside you
just another ghost appropriating
you, another city, a better view
where you’re still lusting for what’s gone and dead
you could drown, tied down to some stranger’s bed.
Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net & Rhysling nominated poet from Pensacola and a sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked magazines like Five: 2: One, Yes, Glass, Luna Luna, Occulum, Drunk Monkeys, and other places. She is the author of eleven books of poetry including Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), Puritan U (Rhythm & Bones Press) and Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (The Hedgehog Poetry Press) and the forthcoming Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press, 2020) and Dewy Decimals (Arkay Artists, 2020). Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie) and her website (kristingarth.com).
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