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Glen Armstrong (he/him) edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters. A Metro-Detroiter, his preferred pop is Vernors ginger ale which he couldn’t get when he studied in Massachusetts where the grocers’ shelves were full of some “soda” called Moxie.
GLEN ARMSTRONG
THE DISTANCE (ODE TO ZENO)
I sustain myself
on sardines packed in mustard
while riding the bus.
I ruin my lunch
and maybe my chances
regarding your sweet kiss.
The distance, oh the distance
inspires, horrifies
and seems to triple
when I concentrate
on my pending arrival.
I will soon miss
even your absence,
in that it is yours.
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