Poetry: Real Girl Next Door by Kristin Garth
Real Girl Next Door
“He was taking the girl next door and
he was soiling her.” Sondra Theodore on
Hugh Hefner whom she dated from 1976-1981
for Linda Lovelace & after Secrets of Playboy
Real girl next door arrives in Holmby Hills
infamous Gothic-Tudor, freckled
curly top rag doll an abuser gives pills.
None think she wants to be there, unsettled
staff and valets. Everyone assesses
her by what she did only seventeen
days under duress in an eyelet dress
translucent under stage lights; casts a sheen
over bruises, misinterpreted bumps heard
in the night through thin hotel walls. Pretend
she is all right. A German Shepherd blurred
against their laughter tonight will blend
into an ordeal she was too fragile to fight —
soiled for spoiled millionaires, hard to excite.
Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Rhysling nominated sonneteer and 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 over 20 books of poetry including Crow Carriage (Sweet Tooth Story Books) and The Stakes (Really Serious Literature) and the founder of Pink Plastic House a tiny journal.
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