womanchildish

for those who chose to fuck with me (I mean
reproductively — most seemed to want to make
a babyface contorted, pained between
a pillowcase, your throbbing veins that break
more than a womanchildish heart you found
inside a bar so old enough, at least
the parts you squeeze into and wrap around,
to make appointed little sounds for beasts,
their sweetest sacrificed, expect small prey
to play as nice and passive as a face
neither consented to nor designed they
deprive of air, debase, malign), should brace
yourself for tantrums inside pretty heads.
you took something womanchildish to bed.

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 fourteen books of poetry including Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (The Hedgehog Poetry Press), Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press), The Meadow (APEP Publications) and Shut Your Eyes, Succubi (Maverick Duck). Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie) and her website http://kristingarth.com