Casey Thayer has done stints all over the Upper Midwest—Fargo, Madison, Chicago, tucked in an inlet in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula—and hopped overseas a few times. But he dreams to someday return to Denmark to spend more time exploring Copenhagen. He has published poems in American Poetry Review, Ninth Letter, Smartish Pace, and elsewhere. He teaches English at the University of Wisconsin-Rock County.
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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