Body bags outline my heart
There's a warrant out for my arrest
I have an illegal amount of comatose glow--
Death says it's quite impressed
“Ohhh baby, you got what I need.”
Is that right, sweetie pie?
Keep your gun loaded
I pray that you are a fast learner,
oh, my love, stand right there
on the edge
of that cliff
I just want to admire you
sketched into the sky
Kiser’s poetry is quirky and armed with bold confessional dynamite. Her humor
is confrontational, often abrupt, and always unsettling.