Just What You Needed
- Nov 27, 2019
- 1 min read
by Kristin Garth
after and for Ric Ocasek
He’s what you needed, second song: woman- child who only half belongs upon this backlit phallic stage. A state license to strip reflecting legal age kept on a manager’s desk confirms your right to show these breasts (most mature elements you possess). Squeezed in extra chairs tonight mainstage — canines wolf white, blacklight, men scent on cotton candy wafting from your chest — to be the one your ribbons graze, leaned in as you undress, always this song. The rest wonder what they did wrong. You don’t mind them though they’re just stacks of bills you stand near — come and go. Five years, he’s inside your ear.
Author’s Note: The poet was a topless dancer for five years who often stripped on her second song to Just What I Needed by Ric Ocasek. He was just what she needed and she is sad he is no longer here.
Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net & Rhysling nominated sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of fourteen books of poetry including Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (The Hedgehog Poetry Press), the forthcoming Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press), The Meadow (APEP Publications) and Shut Your Eyes, Succubi (Maverick Duck). Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie) and her website http://kristingarth.com
