Allan Johnston’s recent trips have taken him to southern California (where he grew up–his wife and he hiked to Skull Rock), Vermont (where they tried to get to the top of mountains, but always got rained out), and Montpellier, France. You can find his work in Poetry, Poetry East, Rattle and Rhino.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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