Analgesics
Andrew Weatherhead


from TODD
 

Are the trees at the edge of
the woods proud?

Do they seek recognition?

Providence, a shadow, stress.

The snipers in heaven
must be tired

in their Google
t-shirts.

They can’t help it.

—help what?

The flames sink.
The dissonance resonates

painting the target

with the same result.

My head finally
the shape
of a diamond.

I stepped outside
to smoke

so I smoked

and from the porch:
foam foam foam
foam foam.