Pet the Bunny
I used to serve in houses with hierarchies,
inhabitants instructed visitors
flown in like me for the ceremonies
where we were posed before inquisitors
the master chose to pet the bunny,
pull its hair, rip away the underwear.
How I would wiggle before them pink, the
excavated hidden heat, forbidden hair.
I was a ritual before I was
even there, something supple in a cage,
something legally of age, something paused
and poised in lights, something whose buried rage
you let loose some nights, then sent me away
to woods befitting my naïveté.
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 seventeen books of poetry including Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (Hedgehog Poetry Press), Flutter Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press), The Meadow (APEP Publications) and on December 14th, the deluxe edition Puritan U Succubus Alumnus (also with Hedgehog Poetry). 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