Leaving the Church by Glen Armstrong

With a hand full of loose 

change and a broken 

 

cigarette,

I say my goodbyes

 

silently.

The pipe organ is out of tune,

 

and later when I'm home,

There is no Red 

 

Dawn or Frosty the Snowman

on television.

 

No soap dish full of blue 

crystals keeps the kitchen clean

 

enough to differentiate

this world from the next.

About the Poet:

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.