Passed Notes & Poems
a monthly feature by Kristin Garth
TW: non-explicit discussion of a true crime of childhood sexual assault
The Poem: ((*Listen here!*))
would buy a notebook you must steal. Fifth grade
charade of friendship you might feel apart
of -- if you play a game. Woolworth’s glissade-
burnt fingertips, small cardboard shame, singed, smarts,
aflame, before some mechanic explains
that he is FBI. That spiral book
you did not buy has consequence — detained,
reformatory school, evidence. Looks
shy, wet eyes, full of dread — we’ll keep it to
ourselves instead. You breathe, relieved, reprieve
mistaken — 21 months of plans for you,
road trips he scripts, girlhood you’re forced to leave.
11’s inexpensive innocence.
In 1948, it cost five cents.
I love to write & read true crime and literature. Every once in a while, true crime and literature intersect, and when that happens I am in a happy place/sweet spot of inspiration. A sonnet happens, and, to me, that is happiness.
I’m currently reading a book where these interests align. It’s called The Real Lolita by Sarah Weinman. Sometimes with my sonnet compulsion, I don’t read as much as I would like. I used to be quite addicted to reading, and then when I started writing and publishing full force, it was something that, out of a sad necessity, fell away only due to the limitaitons of time.