C.B. Anderson has resided in Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico and New York; these days he is stuck in Massachusetts, a mode of durance which is fortunately relieved by frequent long stays in Maine. You can find his work in Blue Unicorn, Nassau Review, Contemporary Sonnet, Lucid Rhythms, and Soundzine.
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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