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