Two Poems

When the Dog Bites, When the Bee Stings

I was excited for the snowstorm

I wanted to watch the snow fall softly

In the streetlight outside my window

But I fell asleep before it started

And in my dream, my demon was waiting

With new rewards for my fealty

So I went back to my demon

I worked hard for my demon

I gave everything I had

She didn’t have to ask twice

That’s my demon

That’s family



Crescent

Tell the same joke
Until you’re lying

Carry your goldfish
To a nail salon

And get a gel manicure
On its little pectoral fins

Because to get ass
You must bring ass

And I drive a red truck
Like a star across

The night sky
Waiting for the light

To turn green



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Andrew Weatherhead lives in Glens Falls, New York. He is the author of four collections of poetry, most recently Fudge from Publishing Genius Press.

Photo: “Mostel,” courtesy of Andrew Weatherhead.