In Brief Poetry

“The Corinthian” By Glen Armstrong

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


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.


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.