HEADLINES

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