This is my favorite poem that I’ve written. Please note that I’m thinking of the zombies in “Resident Evil” and “Shaun of the Dead” and pretty much any zombie movie, which infect you through biting. (Some people assume biting is a vampire trademark, which it is, but zombies have biting rights too, thankyouverymuch.) Also, Searcy is the town where we went to college.

Undead Devotion
by EA Blevins

I woke up
convinced
that every Searcy-man
and -woman
was a zombie.
You lurched to get me the milk;
I told you, Honey,
if you’re bitten (now
or ever), tell me
and I’ll get bitten too.
Because whether
we’re picking produce in the grocery store
or ripping the flesh from our neighbors’ bones,
I want to do it together.