I could find the words to his body.
His shoulders are already arriving.
The doctor was killed by a yellow-eyed demon.
The phone is particularly useful where he lives.
He could hear the soft lull of an apple on TV.
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 BlazeVOX, Conduit, and Otoliths.