Outta You Poem by Karen Riggs

you call me up with such a rivers moan
erase the glittered polish off my nails alone
doll me up in the black brush- that changes white to night
we dance with the devil- until the red is white

' i never was born w/ good intensions-
always looking for the easy way out
walking with my eyes closed- just so the world could tear me apart
raised on pain - anger- and hopelessness as my ambition
n u could put anything ud promise -to take me away in a bag
and id bury it in my heart'

you call me up 1 day with your gin- n- tonic breath
and stolen cologne
i bet you thought i did take a deep breath- smile
and see the clean sun under the violent malty sky alone

'repeat'