“Trouble Every Day VI” by Glen Armstrong

I exist where you’ve kicked me


Your boot rings the bell

Cracks the shell

Invites Hell’s inverted

Sisters to rent a storefront

At the bruise’s edge

They bring me home

I join their fan club

I live in a tree

Thinking about the sun

The beehive that has been

My mind exposed

To long pointy sticks

But I exist like an earache 

Where I hurt

Where the blood swells and muddies

The skin

I am beginning to see the light

Around my ankles

Give way to my shadow

A dead giveaway 

That the world darkens.

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 new chapbooks: Simpler Times and Staring Down Miracles. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit, and Cream City Review.

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