Kristin Garth


uses the body while it is asleep 
whispering promises she fears it will
not keep to minacious strangers who creep 
in basement dreams.  Offers tiniest pills.
Barters its screams for collectible dolls, 
antique velvet bear who survived shipwreck 
without its young miss who said prayers, lolled 
in waves which gave another rotting speck 
to dead ocean floor.  Scavengers in plaid 
always want more than the embodied 
are able to give.  Is it even bad 
to want to live, to climb on a favored knee 
if it necessitates a throttled neck? 
Tiniest hands are never circumspect.

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