6/22/2018 0 Comments Poetry By Kristin GarthA Map of Pinecones I ran away from you into the wild. You taught the appellations of each tree. I made a map of pinecones as a child. Beneath your apparition is banshee. I sprinkle dirt to cover where I tread. I learned from you the danger of a trail, the compass of a body that has bled. Survival’s skeleton is small details. I make my flesh into a mystery -- my pallor painted, freshly showered earth. Retreat is careful choreography. You must not smell the memory of hurt. Hold shut the wounded places you defiled. I will not let you find me in the wild. Bio: Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola and a sonnet stalker. In addition to Anti-Heroin Chic, her sonnets have stalked the pages of Glass, Occulum, Luna Luna, Burning House Press, TERSE. Journal, Drunk Monkeys and many other publications. Her chapbook Pink Plastic House is currently available (Maverick Duck Press), and she has two forthcoming, Shakespeare for Sociopaths (The Hedgehog Poetry Press Jan 2019) and Pensacola Girls (Bone & Ink Press Sept 2018). Follow her on Twitter: @lolaandjolie
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