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Casey Renee Kiser
Tore right through
my marked body;
junkbox at a
rummage sale
That
sicko-sweetheart hoarder-
absorbing my worth
but, he
offered a short
fuse, tall tale,
and winked a shiny
quarter
Gator smile wins
the hour;
eyes above the
filth of truth
Judging me from
his sex swamp,
oh, this cold blood bleeds power
All dead at the
kissing booth-
mirrored reptile
tail-swing stomp
I see now what I
didn't want to see
I see what I
didn't want. I see, I see,
I didn't want
accountability
C. Renee Kiser's
poetry is quirky
and armed with bold confessional dynamite. Her humor is satisfyingly
dark, confrontational, often abrupt, and always unsettling.
