Sue Chenette has backpacked in the Alaskan Arrigetch, paddled a yellow life raft down the Green River, and bicycled from Vienna to London. (She wasn’t ashamed to get off and push when the road was really steep.) Read her poetry collections, The Bones of His Being, and Slender Human Weight.
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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