Impossible Passages #93, Glen Armstrong

Impossible Passages #93

My socks are damp and knees are melting. I would welcome a CAT scan or a bee sting. No one has fallen in love with me for days, and the neighbors’ dogs have grown complacent, perceiving me as more of a late summer breeze than a threat.

The fortune tellers never speak of flying cars or parties on the moon. A gold coin on the pillow. A cure on the horizon. They look up from their wicked cards and offer condolences.

I foresee rocks and breaks, hot sun and governmental thugs. I would welcome some other vision, some other view. A few of the dogs have started to take me seriously again. Sometimes they hand me numbers that they have written on gum wrappers.

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Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has a current book of prose poems: Invisible Histories. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit, and Cream City Review.

Glen Armstrong recommends “Lust” by Gary Taxali.

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