Rachel hails from the great state of Michigan. She left the Mitten to attend Wesleyan University, where she received a bachelor’s degree in Anthropology. Since then, she’s lived in New Mexico, Antarctica, and Alaska. She is passionate about gluten and fried foods. Her favorite form of travel is a good old fashioned road trip, filled with static radio, gas station snacks, and jumping into mysterious bodies of water.
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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