after Rear Window 

You’re the first topless dancer I ever see

though it’s only suggested, a bare back 

briefly before a window (I watch on TV

inside a home of faux purity).  Rapt 

attention I pay to all you possess:

stocked Frigidaire, big city address, port

de bras with turkey leg. Wolves beg, well dressed,

exit upon request.  I’m a senior 

in high school not allowed to drive, dance 

in a bedroom I’m trying to survive

emulating moves, improved circumstance 

of a Hitchcock ballerina who thrives

off remunerations a body provides.

Must try it someday, you make me decide. 



Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Rhysling nominated stalker.  She is a Best of the Net 2020 finalist.  Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of 20 books of poetry including Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (Hedgehog Poetry Press), Flutter Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press), and Girlarium (Fahmidan Journal).  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