Natalie Latta is perpetually lost. She asked for directions in Tallinn, forgot them in Barcelona, and woke up in Crimea. A returned Peace Corps volunteer who served in Ukraine, a glass of sweet tea will always be waiting in her beloved Alabama. Her work has appeared in The Rumpus and Specter Magazine. She blogs 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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