Misti Rainwater-Lites

I’m Glad You’re Not an Alien

The angel in my head is jumping out of your birthday cake
frosting smeared boobies bouncing for your disbelieving eyeballs.
The devil in my head is more stoic and dignified and boring
than that. Forget what you’ve been taught. It’s all flip flopped.
Angels have all the fun.
My angel thinks nothing of shameless flirtation.
It’s all in the game.
The book of love.
Her daddy, the God of Great Things None of Them Necessarily
Sensible or Virtuous, wrote it.
My devil keeps her legs crossed. Says, “no, thank you”
to coffee, cigarettes, shots of tequila, cherry lube and dildos.
I have a hell of a time cajoling my devil into letting her hair down
and partying like it’s 2009 with the apocalypse nigh.
My devil is the dull in me.
My angel is the shine.
I’m glad you surf my tubular wavelength
and understand such things.
There are too many aliens in my midst
who scratch their heads
when I pass by.
We’ll keep these secrets to ourselves
and lock out the rest of the world
water balloons
at the ready.

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Bad Babysitter

I was a horny & unfulfilled virgin.
I watched softcore porn on Cinemax & HBO
while the kids slept on dinosaur & butterfly sheets.
I ate all the Nacho Doritoes.
I fantasized about the dad
taking a detour
when he drove me home
parking someplace dark
and fucking me in the backseat
of his BMW.



Misti Rainwater-Lites has three chapbooks slated for publication in the fall, two from Kendra Steiner Editions and one from Tainted Coffee Press. For updates read Misti's blog at mistirainwaterlites.wordpress.com. Misti is also the editor of Instant Pussy, a monthly online poetry zine.