Karen Rigby was born nine degrees north of the equator, and has visited countries such as China, Hong Kong, and Costa Rica. Her sojourns have taken her to Pennsylvania, Minnesota, and Arizona, where she currently resides. A recipient of an NEA literature fellowship, and co-editor of Cerise Press, Karen’s poems have been published in failbetter.com and Canteen, among other journals. Visit her here.
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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