XXX TTY by Kristin Garth

It’s not just him that’s on the phone. He’s deaf,

this customer. You should have known. He types

to you, TTY, translated request

by some young jocular guy. Sounds like snipes

what he relays—the pay, full nude, where you

will meet the boat Sunday. A birthday gift

you said you’d never be—and naked, too;

ignoring boundaries. Just topless shifts

inside the bar. No outside dances, nude,

with caviar. Your boss insisted for

her friend, executive, distinguished, lewd

 “a gentleman—just one hour, nothing more.”

But this witness, because it’s TTY,

knows how expensive you are to buy.

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Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola and a sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked magazine pages in Occulum, Drunk Monkeys, Luna Luna, Rag Queen Periodical, Ghost City Review, and Anti-Heroin Chic, among others. Her chapbook, Pink Plastic House, is available from Maverick Duck Press, and she has another, Shakespeare For Sociopaths, forthcoming from The Hedgehog Poetry Press (January, 2019). Follow her sonnets, socks and secrets on Twitter @lolaandjolie.