Your Husband Drives Me Home The years I babysit, I cannot drive. Dad’s plan to keep me both alive & safe wretched, in-waiting wife & waif. Deprive me of any temptation or mistake-- protect a virtue, his prerogative to take, like trust. I’m 18, older men, like him, eyeballing lace outlines furtive, pretending to listen, requisition movements of lips with questions, suggestions of syllables, before wives, audition, midnight date night teenage assignation inside of cars compliant & conditioned. There is not a man who leaves me alone, but you will have your husband drive me home. 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, Drunk Monkeys, Luna Luna, TERSE. Journal 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. Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie), her weekly poetry column (spidermirror.com/the-sonnetarium) and her website (kristingarth.wordpress.com). 9/3/2018 04:20:05 pm
Powerful. And yes, I remember similar experiences as a young woman. In my case it was my uncle 'protecting' me yet handing me over to young men he trusted. Comments are closed.
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