Carotid Lessons for Young Butterflies – Audio Poetry by Kristin Garth
Carotid Lessons For Young Butterflies
First time you float inside some girl’s dorm room,
exchange quick goodbyes, nom de plumes, it’s clear
her dom has used this place before. Assume
he wants you on the floor. Instead, austere,
he’ll lend a hand — then find your throat as soon
as you can stand. Against her fairy wall
ephemera, soul remote, you will swoon
for some blurring god/Google exec who calls
you princess, won’t fuck you though he’s erect.
A god has limitations too — ardours
much harder than he is for you. Collects
wet winged insects with an internet for
carotid lessons for young butterflies
who never forget the first time they fly.