Audri Sousa was born with wanderlust. Her work has previously appeared or is forthcoming in Abjective, Breadcrumb Scabs, Transfer Magazine, and Word Riot. She has set foot on three continents and her favourite places in which to get irreversibly lost include Andalusia, Greece and Turkey. She currently lives in California.
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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