It’s 92% time to go home.
The pain in my jaw is a 4 or 5.
It hums
like a radio
controlled model airplane.
It hums like 1973.
The song has 531 notes.
Many of them repeat.
When she sings it,
my blood pressure elevates.
My eyes dilate,
and money disappears from my wallet
like Dr. Jack Griffin,
deranged
from the potions that turn
him invisible 9 times
out of 10.
It’s 97% time to go home.
The difference between
elsewhere and invisible
is 3.
Glen Armstrong (he/him/his) holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters. He has three current books of poems: Invisible Histories, The New Vaudeville, and Midsummer. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit, and The Cream City Review.