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