by Glen Armstrong
1.
You test the waters and their emergency
readiness with a toe,
the Rothkos and their red
with an eye and open heart.
I accept the blur-
ring of work and worker, art and artist,
love and lover.
2.
The hand crafts a glove, and the mind
imagines itself
as a floating brain above a marionette.
I accept my elbow
is nothing more than a hinge.
My arm was more beautiful before
it was measured.
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, Poetry Northwest, and Another Chicago Magazine.