Jon Sands never runs into the animals he’s scared of, but the list includes grizzly bears, hornets, scorpions, and bull sharks. He landed in New York City a few years ago; the animals there aren’t nearly as frightening as they seem. He is director of poetry and arts education programming at the Positive Health Project, a needle exchange center in Midtown Manhattan.
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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