Her eyes betray her.
A smile that can’t be hidden.
Shake it all away.

Eunice Bates is cool.
The best lab partner ever.
And she knows tricks too.

Punk Receptionist.
Her presence, disquieting.
Boysenberry pie.

Your head is on fire.
Soak it in a big bucket.
Now I have heartburn.

Punch me in the face,
To see what makes me bloody.
Turns out, it’s a fist.

~ by Zack Flak on 06/28/2009.

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