There is no love this far
north

nor pride in one’s children.

I’ll concede that the fountain
is beautiful,

its water frozen and reflecting
headlights.

We ask permission.
Most of the time

the answer is “no.”

The edges of things are meaningless:
consider soup.

I no longer want to meet
women.

Consider the misinformation
spread

by discontents.

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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 two chapbooks forthcoming: Simpler Times, and Staring Down Miracles. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit, and Cloudbank.