Two Small Sex Poems from The Meadow by Kristin Garth

Kristin Garth, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine

small town


it gets around in smaller towns who holds

you down, where you’ve been found, how deep

they’ve been, the multiple men, strangleholds

requisite to cum upon a blacked out beach

aquarium you’re baptized in much too young.


sex object


if i am nude you would see the scar, tear drop,

close, when you are, between my legs; ear

might graze, while my cunt eats up days —

more than you want to give to me; fear

a fading warning one before left you to see.


Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net & Rhysling nominated sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of twelve books of poetry including Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (The Hedgehog Poetry Press), the forthcoming Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press) and The Meadow (Apep Publications, 2020).  Follow her on Twitter:  (@lolaandjolie) and her website

The meadow