LB Sedlacek

The Headache Room

Candy apples split
by a vote of absenteeism
and faded smiles. The loafers
crawl up on one another
and battle it out for insoles
or polish. Red fingers
flush back bitter morsels
and the eyes glow all schoolgirl
planetarium. We swirl our tongues
and talk of the liberation
of milk and juice, the
incarceration of applesauce,
the intricacies of matching
faces to stomachs, or code
names to bar glasses
served on silver trays
with a single stem rose
in a crystal clear vase.

LB Sedlacek © 2007