Carly Wray
A native Texan, Carly Wray has slept at a bus station in Tralee, a monastery in Venice, and many a Gulf Coast rest stop before settling in Brooklyn. She has an MFA from the University of Southern California.
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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
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The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
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If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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