Robert Anthony Keiser studied poetry and fiction at the University of Pittsburgh. He’s hitchhiked through the Andes, sat in a room full of cocaine-addicted prisoners in San Pedro penitentiary in La Paz, Bolivia, and almost died of thirst in Bandelier National Monument in New Mexico. You can find his work in Weirdyear and other places.
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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