Acoustic Cover of Flipper's “(I Saw You) Shine”
I’m not used to this life yet. Pink light falls
on any wet surface, and I’m never ready
when the waitress approaches to take my order.
School was mostly about filling in blanks
and being kind until the teacher turned
her back. I’m not prepared. As the rain continues,
the neon signs have their way with this whole
town. The parking lot needs love. The windshields
reveal their imperfect smiles. I signed up
for paperwork and light investigation. What I
think I know drips from what the faithful
are content to know someday. School was mostly
about auditioning for plays and running to hide
in the trees beyond the gate. I point at a picture
of poached eggs on toast. Different sized piles
of money could very well be equal.
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Glen Armstrong (he/him) holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters. His poems have appeared in Conduit, BlazeVOX, and Another Chicago Magazine.