My grandma taught resistance to me
with bags of boiled peanuts forgotten for
a day inside a fridge, preferably
behind a Rubbermaid filled with corn
bread topped pot pie she made because I can’t
stop eating it, though I’m afraid to eat
since my grandpa — her ex husband’s rant
“your momma’s gotten fat,” we live on beets
and tuna, cantaloupe. A junior high
dropout’s mistake divorce cannot abate.
She pats bath powder Chanel No. 5
on me. We watch soap villains videotaped.
Revenge is men you can remote control,
and, like peanuts, tastes even better cold.
© Kristin Garth
Kristin Garth is a kneesock enthusiast and a Best of the Net nominated sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked magazines like Glass, Five:2: One, Anti-Heroin Chic, Former Cactus, Occulum, Luna Luna, Yes & many more. She has a chapbook Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), two forthcoming: Pensacola Girls (Bone & Ink Press, Sept 2018) and Shakespeare for Sociopaths (The Hedgehog Poetry Press Jan 2019). Her full length, Candy Cigarette, is forthcoming April 2019 (The Hedgehog Poetry Press). To read more of her work visit:
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