Flip

You never know when she'll flip
It may be standing in the grocery line
when she feels the hum of florescent lights
dulling her senses

It could be when she's driving
and forgotten to turn on the radio
so her ears ache for fulfillment

You never know when she'll decide her mouth has been parched too long
and she needs to taste
livliness

And in an instant
no matter the audience
she'll break
out into a song
a dance
a diatribe
or into your life

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