Casey Renee Kiser

Brunch with Linda

Little Red Riding Should-
that was my name when I knew him;
when I stumbled around 
the dashing Devil’s playground
And oh, I got lost deep in his forest

Yes, I said deep, girl, 
drowning in cosmic fascination
But listen Linda,

Tides turn
and we all know the lyrics to 
Let it Burn;
Passion moves in and out
as we twist and shout and twerk
on Kirk and beam up with Scotty
Reruns get stale as seasons change
and leaves crunch under our feet
to remind us
just how brittle we are

Gag reflexes, gag reels, gag
orders, gag me with a gluten-free
something, anything, make the hunger
go away with the beautiful ones
You can study the beauty you think
you see and suddenly, 
a wild-hearted wind blows
and masks go flying
polluting the trees and the gutters
and the puddles and soon,
your reflection hits different
Oh Linda, tell me more

about YOu. Let’s get another coffee
and call in to work. This is real work;
This is therapy. We are beating hearts
and our empty veins are bored
to death. Let’s go back to my place
and watch Thelma and Louise

We are crying and laughing and 
connecting and your one dress strap
keeps falling
and I just wanna be here with you
right now