BatGrl

Casey Renee Kiser

The one I loved the most out of all of my
tedious toxic tangos;
The only one who could properly rot my soul
and ripen my mangoes, ha!
A David Lynch fan, so I guess I figured
he understood the dope-kink kaleidoscope
of perception
He loved me deep, all those upside down
face-fucks with Robin's wonder boy-
closet aggression
He gave me silly-sweet pet names and
carefully never spoke my real one
He once traced my spine with his double-
tongue planning how to steal one

But unlike Vegas,
what happens in a poet's cave,
never stays in the poet's cave.
We tend to release
the bats

We don't need trendy capes
or ego-mobiles
We just catch a ride
with Life

C. Renee Kiser's poetry is quirky and armed with bold confessional dynamite. Her humor is satisfyingly dark, confrontational, often abrupt, and always unsettling.