In Brief Poetry

“The Corinthian” By Glen Armstrong

I just sort of stood there naked.
I missed the last train

home.

I hadn’t planned
on any of this.
In my youth I had a face.

And I would stay put,
knowing whatever

the stars were shooting for
wasn’t me.

I became more detailed,
but barely grew.

I just sort of stood there wishing
for a cool nickname
like Hoot

or The Corinthian.

More than one person
would need to call out
to me

before the nickname stuck.


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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 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 NorthwestConduit and Cloudbank.

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