Escaping the Undead in  Love Poems   

Hey, baby. Saltine crackers? I'll give you
my rhythm slippers. We can walk
the evening in bunnies and bears, dance
to the branches swaying until the zombies come,
then run from the dead in the dark to your car,

keep to the highways, and listen to the road.
I brought the soft drinks and pillows for when shadows lift.

By echoshindig

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Other poems by echoshindig:

• Astronaught
• Bedroom Companions
• Brown Pantsuit
• Closet: Early Morning
• Comfortable Lies
• Drainroom
• Escaping the Undead
• Everday Machines
• Hospital Cafeteria
• Housewarming Party: The Uninvited
• Inertia of the Overworked
• Inventory
• Last-We-Met
• Letter to the Gardener
• Liberty, Part One
• Love and Summerdust
• No Repairs
• Old Illnesses
• Sister-Fire
• Some Things Have Died
• Sunday Conversations with a Quieter Life
• Undead Ambitions
• What Winter Damns
• When It's Quiet in Your Kitchen