Lizi Gilad’s most recent travel adventure involved zip-lining in a redwood forest. She screamed like a madwoman the entire time. An MFA candidate at UC Riverside’s Low Residency program, Lizi’s work is published or forthcoming in Amethyst Arsenic, The Country Dog Review, Foundling Review, Melusinee, and Thrush.
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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