Wendy Vardaman has lived in Finland, Italy, the east coast, the west coast, the south, and many states between. She has never owned a car and is always planning the next trip. One of Madison, Wisconsin’s Poets Laureate, Wendy is also co-editor/webmaster of Verse Wisconsin, and co-editor of the forthcoming anthology, Echolocations, Poets Map Wisconsin. Visit her here.
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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