Kristin Garth
Your Father Buys A Pony But Not For You
for Audrey Horne and Laura Palmer
Girls working at counters often daydream.
You clutch a tree-printed sweater, finger
seams like lines of rough hands, desire a scheme.
Men buy bad girls ponies, muffle their
screams. Cream colored creatures you cannot
abide, only soon-to-be-dead girls dare
to ride. Two towheaded manes men spot
easily in the dark. Death, a pale horse,
awaiting menarche, anarchy
it makes of female lives in puberty
when friends become a father’s fantasy.
You clutch a tree-printed sweater, finger
seams like lines of rough hands, desire a scheme.
Men buy bad girls ponies, muffle their
screams. Cream colored creatures you cannot
abide, only soon-to-be-dead girls dare
to ride. Two towheaded manes men spot
easily in the dark. Death, a pale horse,
awaiting menarche, anarchy
it makes of female lives in puberty
when friends become a father’s fantasy.
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