Two Poems: “The Secret of the Socks” & “Childish Skeleton”

By Kristin Garth

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The Secret of the Socks

You strip five years. They never see a toe.
Elongated prophetic second
you hide since the ill-fated playground show —
a schoolgirl sandaled circle beckoned
inside. You’re naive. In kitty flip flops,
sunshine, smiling like you’re normal. Pride
before the pointing prophesy stops
you, education by despot. You cried,
believed predictions, second grade redhead
oracle, spoken clear, smug sneer, “It means
you will be bigger than your husband.” Said
& seen, your second toe the only lean
offender in this space. From then to pole,
secret shame in socks — never show a sole.

Childish Skeleton

It is night soon & then it is fall.
The gods against me in this
garish season are waning
with the heat. A skeleton
asleep, my soul found refuge
in a pornography of thorns,
the manicured mania
of wilting & weeds,
words made me believe
to be a meadow.
Kind I found, afloat,
red-eyed, choked, chased
by him, closed eyed,
sweating, heaving, drooling bride
at five — kept me alive
an anonymous adolescence,
a brooding bitching bloom
bewitched in its verdant womb,
convalescence/evanescence,
erasing massacre, inner thighs,
blooming dandelions in brown eyes.
Young becoming wild enough
to flee & be, maybe, free
& you would deceive me.
The shame is of the season.
The art is in the ache.
You found a childish skeleton.
I wasn’t hard to break.

Kristin Garth: Heroin Chic, Occulum, Luna Luna, Yes, Former Cactus and many more. Her chapbook Pink Plastic House is available from Maverick Duck Press, and she has two forthcoming: Pensacola Girls (Bone & Ink Press, Sept 2018) and Shakespeare for Sociopaths (The Hedgehog Poetry Press Jan 2019). She also has a full length forthcoming Candy Cigarette (The Hedgehog Poetry Press April 2019). Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie), her weekly poetry column (spidermirror.com/the-sonnetarium) & her website (kristingarth.wordpress.com).