God is Just Some Guy

above you while you cry. He’s fingering
your hair, a Patrick Bateman stare.  He likes
to make you pray, your paradox for kings
displayed when pique becomes a plead.  Your light
proliferates & then recedes, a girl
evanescing into stars, galaxy
that glitters bleak memoirs — a sweaty swirl
in callous hands without complaints, any
demands, pale offerings in fingernails,
uncovering a cruel calligraphy,
his signature of harrowing details
atop a freckled parchment no one grieves.
Epiphany, gurney, retreating eyes
that god looked like some ordinary guy.

Kristin Garth

 

 

Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola and a sonnet stalker.  Her sonnets have stalked magazines like Five: 2: One, Glass, Anti-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 upcoming Candy Cigarette from the same press in April 2019.  Follow her on Twitter:  (@lolaandjolie), her weekly poetry column (spidermirror.com/the-sonnetarium) and her website (kristingarth.wordpress.com).

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