Hazy Green World by Glen Armstrong

It’s strange enough to be drawing
that which isn’t

me into my lungs, moistening it
and returning it

as beaded moisture on a ceramic
saucer decorated

with hand-painted ivy.
I am someone but someone else

took up the brush and the chartreuse.
Some other warm water

dotted some other world.
The marriages and violent acts,

the ties and paths that bind and layer
each kiss, the memories

like powders gently blown
from the thing itself enter my lungs

but never quite become me.
The green glaze, the hazy green world.

Glen Armstrong edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has a new
chapbook titled Set List (Bitchin Kitsch,) and two more scheduled for 2015: In
Stone and The Most Awkward Silence of All (both Cruel Garters Press.)