The Blade
It’s as much the fault of the blade that it was designed serrated as it is that I’m designed accident prone. Neither the cause of any bloody outcome unless combined when we should leave each other alone. Eviscerate me without trying. Ruin another sundress. Wounds I know my friends wish I wouldn’t express multiply simply because I gravitate to your glint. Crave danger inside my fumbling fingers believing this time will be different. Festering scabs are only what linger and yet when we are too long away I find virgin skin to offer the blade. Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Rhysling nominated sonneteer and a Best of the Net 2020 finalist. Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of a short story collection You Don’t Want This ( Pink Plastic Press) and The Stakes (Really Serious Literature) and many more. She is the founder of Pink Plastic House a tiny journal and co-founder of Performance Anxiety. [Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie) and her website http://kristingarth.com] A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Kristin Garth Sonnet from Kristin Garth : Submergence in Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020 Treealabra by Kristin Garth in Fevers of the Mind Issue 1 (2019)
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