Chris Pais was born in India and came to the United States to pursue graduate studies in engineering. His work appears in The International Journal of Heat and Mass Transfer, Poetry India, Wingless Dreamer, and Wild Roof Journal. He lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, where he works on clean energy technologies and tinkers with bikes, guitars, and recipes.
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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