by Ross Robbins
“That was close,” I say, but everything is. The outer limits of my personal universe, restricted, incur crazy. One-hundred hard-floored yards, A-Wing’s close and closing in. If I hold really still, I might not move at all. Still, I will be smooshed in a panic with my mouth pressed to the window like a loach.
Ross Robbins lives and writes in Portland, Oregon. His debut, Mental Hospital: A Memoir is forthcoming from YesYes Books in 2015.
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