Sally Molini has seen parts of Asia, been south of the border, and got lost briefly in the San Gorgonio forest, but has never seen the inside of a lot of things. She is co-editor for Cerise Press, and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, Diagram, elimae, Rattle, and Southern Humanities Review.
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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