Sachi Cote was born in the Florida Keys, raised on Maine’s snowy seaside, and now lives beside the lakes of the Austrian Salzkammergut. Sachi has lost a shoe in an earthquake while waterfall trevassing in Canyon de Colca, Peru; scaled walls of ice to summit Schafberg before spring’s first melt in Austria; and had her brain pulled to the point of hallucination by the swells of the Tongan Trench. She’s a dancer, wife, and wanderer, and this is her first publication.
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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