Crystal Spring Gibbins is a PhD student in the Creative Writing Program at University of Nebraska-Lincoln, where she serves on the editorial staff for Prairie Schooner. When she’s not teaching or taking classes, she loosens the knot from her necktie, hugs a seat cushion on any goddamn plane, and speeds over the Atlantic to trek through the streets of Prague, London, and Venice.
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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