5/29/2017 Poetry by Kristin GarthFOR EVERYTHING THAT HURTS, THERE IS A PILL For everything that hurts, there is a pill. If you go out at night all dressed in blue, the handsome man will always pay the bill. The moon will turn to purple then turn back, and when you shake, he'll know just what to do. For everything that hurts, there is a pill. You'll feel your mouth go dry, the night go black. You'll wonder how you ever made it ever through. The handsome man will always pay the bill. And when it starts to fade, he'll bring it back. He'll hold your hand and offer something new. For everything that hurts, there is a pill. But when he does not call, you'll hear a crack, and it will be a sound you never knew. For everything that hurts, there is a pill. The handsome man will always pay the bill. Another You I find you all online from little towns with names that sound like jokes to me. You work in supermarkets, coffee shops, not bound to either job or place. You're hurt by jerks for years before we ever speak -- by dads who started what the others followed through. My pat response the best you've ever had: A ticket to a city that is new. My pretty punchline to a party joke: "How do you get them to do that?" "I bought retreat from small town pain, a life past broke, a car that's mobile and a home that's not." I purchase all your pain until you're through, and then online I'll buy another you. MURDERESS The problem with me isn’t lack of good intentions. They just lose their color, youth much like the dying potted plant I should remember once a day to water. Truth is that it’s been a couple of weeks because I’ve been too busy fucking up my life to save some blameless vegetation — judged for verdant cheerfulness that mocks my strife; sentenced to neglect, decay, demise. Yet how it prolongs the wither, savors its confinement, torture one more day. I bet its life is proof to force to me to admit it’s not only that my good intentions lapse. There’s bad ones inside, too, that will not give. It’s easier to kill than learn to live. ![]() Bio: Kristin Garth is a novelist and poet who resides in Pensacola, Florida. She is currently working on an erotic novel entitled The Meadow.
Toni (Natashia Smith)
5/29/2017 03:44:06 pm
Kristin you are a very talented woman. Your poem Murderess has placed its hooks in my skin and I can't shake it loose. Comments are closed.
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