newapapers!
the garish row of shouts and screams
and demands and blame and bloated breasts
line the shop shelves
i'm only in here for bread and eggs
not
detailed
moral
apocalypse/the reckoning and porn
well,
i feel an anxiety when i look at them
a troubled
unwell surge
that threatens dizziness
and . . . what? ACTION?
anyway,
out on the street the low sun catches a white house
high on the hill
and makes it shine like fairytales
i feel simple when i call it ANTIDOTE
but . . . well, it is
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