Edmond Menchavez, born in the Philippines, is the son of a gamecock farmer. He used to breakdance at Coney Island for rent, and now scooters through nor’easters to attend Boston College Law. Recently, he and his buddies eluded a knife-wielding gang in Negril, Jamaica. He has released one chapbook titled Still, Weightless, an Outlaw Star.
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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