They know that their partners’
bodies change.
They take out the trash
and thank sweet Jehovah
for such flexible furniture.
The house of the future
will include a spouse,
matching sweatshirts
and a tombstone built for two.
There will be a dial to adjust
a blue moon’s frequency.
For now, there’s a screened-in
back porch where they sit
late into the evening listening
as frog flesh becomes
that weird and wonderful song.
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 three recent chapbooks: Set List, In Stone, and The Most Awkward Silence of All. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit, and Cream City Review.