Sonny Z. travels as often as he can, to as many places as he can, and has a special fondness for big cities. He loves feeling surrounded, yet utterly anonymous, in places like Tokyo, New York, San Francisco, London, and Paris. For several years he made an annual pilgrimage to Japan for Hanami, the Cherry Blossom Festival. This is his first published piece.
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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