blowing swans.
We excuse the odd behavior
of our offspring:
The tapping.
The fixating.
The tapping.
The caution.
We know that their fragile nature
angers the coach
and other parents.
We know that they distrust all
that refuses
light passage.
In the evening we read them stories
of pagan girls
whose impractical
footwear prolongs
the spell,
and Christian healers
whose prayers turn
prosthetic eyes
to flesh.
| 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 three recent chapbooks: Set List (Bitchin Kitsch,) In Stone and The Most Awkward Silence of All (both Cruel Garters Press.) His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit and Cream City Review. |