Tim Laffey says he’s an old guy now. When he was young he wrote some, then got sidetracked. He got a city job, got married several times and had a kid, who has herself had kids. The years passed. He retired. He and his permanent wife moved back to the family farm. He’s trying writing again with the time he has left.
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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