Earth Is An Angry Lover That Still Makes Me Cum by Kristin Garth

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Earth Is An Angry Lover That Still Makes Me Cum

 

My parents (right wing extremists I hate

for philosophies as much as what they

did to me) occasionally communicate —

this week about coronavirus. Say

it was created in a Chinese lab,

biological warfare, though Trump’s

got it under control but do you have,

by chance, some toilet paper? And I jump

at the excuse to say I’ll see. Hang up

this phone and google “virus created in

lab.” Science is more scary, sad, this dump

of info: the evolving spike proteins

required for human beings to succumb.

Earth’s an angry lover that still makes me cum.

Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net & Rhysling nominated sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of fifteen books of poetry including Pink Plastic House and Shut Your Eyes, Succubi  (Maverick Duck Press), Crow Carriage and Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (The Hedgehog Poetry Press), Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press) and The Meadow (APEP Publications).  She is the founder of Pink Plastic House a tiny journal and co-founder of Performance Anxiety, an online poetry reading series. Follow her on Twitter:  (@lolaandjolie) and her website kristingarth.com